YSD - Out The Blue Lyrics

Imma addicted to the money
But I try not to show it

When I put the pen to pad
I swear I feel like a poet

Don't need to call them bustas
Cause you know who wrote it

I need a wood my sober thoughts
Have overloaded

I try to love but end up hurt
I'm losin focus

I feel so hopeless
I can't indulge this
I'd rather drown
It'd be less painless
I'd rather burn
An leave earth nameless

I'd rather go out
Inna shout out
Wit the gang

Apply that pressure
Bet the world gone know my name

Ion know boutchu
But I don't really want the fame

Won't sell my soul for clout
We jus not built the same

You try to teach em
They abuse an warp yo ways

Now lookin back I shoulda
Left u where u stayed

I know I'm toxic
But I been set in my ways

You tried to play me
But I ball jus like 2k

They want forgiveness
But it's way to f*ckin late

No debate
But it's straight

Whole lotta steak
Stacked on my plate

But Imma eat'em
I can't let waste

Pretty lil thickums
She built like an 8

Flip ha 180
Get lost in ha space

Call me young scubba
Im all in ha cave

Been killed the pussy
I'm tendin the grave

Imma keep it real
Cause it's in my nature

Imma advanced
I didn't mean to date ya

Calc the money
Ion need a later

Black sig
Wit a red laser

Wizard kelly how I mask up
Ain't secret that I got it tucked
Run up on me imma wet u up
I'm the type of nigga get u touched
Sippin slow cause Ian inna rush

Big Goat
That's a f*ckin plus

Off these uffas
I'm so booted up

Bad bihh
She gone toot it up

Born a peasant
But I switched it up

I was really broke
Tried to luck it up

Hopped in the booth
Had to strut my stuff

If they Let me in
Imma f*ck it up

Imma kick the door
If they don't hurry up

I need help
I'm f*cked up

I was born a sinner
Imma die a villain

Took flight
Thru the f*ckin ceilin

I do whatever
For the sake of winnin

That's how it is
That's how I handle business

Once blind
Then I had a vision

No guide
But I had a mission

Die rich
Or imma die tryin

Fry the bacon inna cast iron

Gotta be me myself
I can't be you
That's wastin my time

Got real inside the booth
I spit the the truth
It's hard to top mine

But I'm not tryna brag
I'm getter sober
I need more drugs

The heart is very tricky
Is it love
Or is it strong lust

I wanna tell u love
But I'd be wrong
Cause I jus wanna bust

There's every single one of us

Imma addicted to the money
But I try not to show it

When I put the pen to pad
I swear I feel like a poet

Don't need to call them bustas
Cause you know who wrote it

I need a wood my sober thoughts
Have overloaded

I try to love but end up hurt
I'm losin focus

I feel so hopeless
I can't indulge this
I'd rather drown
It'd be less painless
I'd rather burn
An leave earth nameless