Outta Control

[Intro:]

One two, one two,

Yeah, I knew I wouldn't gonna stay quiet

Ah, I ain't even gotta take it, it's too much thought

Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought

This ain't no different, I'm listening, you're the king in New York

Lil homie, you ain't the king in New York!

You're the next thing on my fork

The messenger with all them rings on that horse

Carrying king's head till I kick you in the chest

And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit, homie!

You know how many that fit?

When we met you said it's the Yaowa man that you call spit!

Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit!

Maybe that's why the slaughter house and you'

Maybe I'm not on your radar,

you feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique

Either way I personal train this beat, I gotta get ripped!

You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get

Gangsta rappers can't reatliaye with hallows and clips

And you fashion rappers wear that kind of jeans that hardly get zipped

So zip it! I got this shit! Real hip hop in this bitch!

The apocalypse has feel upon us, watch the zombies I split

The walking dead, I've been a monster, Shawty, I can get bit

And never turn I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick

I stomped the red carpet holding my dick,

And throw tomatoes at the podium

For whack awards that y'all niggas get.

Then stand up and scream, yeah,

And then dip and smack a legend on the way out of that bitch.

Cause I don't big up the elite

The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet

You all victims, all shitlins

When a nigga trying to eat I'll see to it y'all missing

Like a whino nigga teeth!

Anybody can get it!

Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga,

One nigga, two nigga, a few niggas,

I do niggas harm with these bars

It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly cards.

But that telly you trying to check in

Boy, that property is ours

Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day!

Yeah, that's where the boss stay

You no hear that? Oh yeah

A hundred Ricans running at you chief like a car, yeah

Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge

I rocked with some cons out west like the boy yey

But I don't claim king even though my name ring

And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing

Rodeo to Diego they telling you the same thing

Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king

But that's the West coast, I'm from East coast!

I'll leave the king of LA to Dree,

I was this close to stay at aftermath,

But lamped out like a genie,

But Dree, you're a fucking gangster