Out The Mix est une chanson en Anglais
I'm tryna keep my head on, I'm tryna focus on some better shit
But if they try, try, swear to God, we gon' send a blitz
I'm tryna stay out the way, get some money, so keep me out the mix
I'm the one who up, I'm gon' be the one who gon' send the blitz
Time rollin', time tickin', mind reminiscin
Blood in my eyes, gun swing, gun blickin
I be on some more shit, but you know that gun concealed
And if they try, try, I'ma up and I'm for real
Ain't callin' no quits, nigga, it is what it is
Don't call my phone when blood get spill
Same, way since a little, nigga! I been had a heart
Don't bring in no equations, that's what pistols get the spark
Mind racing heart racing, my soul, so piss
But if my niggas try to rob, me that gone be some fucked up shit
I'm talking about bullets at your door, nigga
Everybody on the floor, nigga
Comin' at you about, anything, everybody gotta go, nigga
Talking about bullets flying, homicide, murder rise
Don't never play with my money, nigga, that just like suicide
You better not come my side, put you in the sky
They go for anybody around, everybody dying
I got a baby to feed, nigga, so why would I let you play with me
That's gon' be dumb as fuck on my end
Just know this shit ain't safe for me
I be around by myself, can't let nobody close to me
It's just me and my Glock, that's how shit's supposed to be
Tryna keep my head on, I'm tryna focus on some better shit
But if they try, try, I swear to God, we gon' send a blitz
I'm tryna stay out the way, get somewhere, so keep me out the mix
I'm the one who up, I'm gon' be the one who gon' send a blitz
Time rollin', time tickin', mind reminiscin
Blood in my eyes, gun swing, gun blinking
I be on some more shit, but you know that Gun concealed
And if they try, try, I'ma up and I'm for real