Correction Lyrics Out There by Nef The Pharaoh

Featuring(s) : Rydah J. Klyde

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[Nef the Pharaoh]
The yay area, yeah boy that's where I'm from
I never sold a million records but my time will come
First show I did in Sac was Dre Day with the Jack
I'm paranoid, don't sit behind me, they shot bruh in the back
Got the world in my palms, Jack tatted on my arms
Mix a lot, praise Allah, always kept your faith in God
Burgers at Nations, big bruh taught me patience
No pork on my fork, keep a K for the haters
This the M-O-B, yeah you know me
I'm loving how the whole world respect King Shaheed
[?] introduced us the music made us close
You would pull up in that Simply lemonade, f*ck a soda
And it's crazy how one death f*ck up the game
And these square ass niggas use your name in vain
I vow to always keep it mob I'm trying to see through the pain
Never blink, and ask God, "Am I the jack of all trades?

This nigga gonna get on out there
22 and I've been everywhere
But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie
Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die
This nigga gonna get on out there
22 and I've been everywhere
But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie
Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die
[Nef the Pharaoh]
[?] I'm past ill, gas spill
Hit you with that flip mo, what the Jack feel?
You ain't gotta look around, I am that ill
In the back of the titty bar, payin' hoes bills
Is that your girl? Is that your girl, girl aye?
Took her to the telly, did 100 in her pearl, aye
Girls say, "Chang, you the champ"
Did it all for my son 'cause he gonna be a better man
Standing by stars with a clip in the car
Sometimes I pop niggas, I ain't never felt sorry
Bitch, I still ride scrape, f*ck a rooster in a 'Rari
DJ, play the Jack or we shooting up the party
Glamorous lifestyle, Neffy so gnarly
I'm liable to pull up on a Harley with shorty
I vow to always keep it mob, I'm tryna see through the pain
I never blink and ask God, "Am I the jack of all trades?"

This nigga gonna get on out there
22 and I've been everywhere
But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie
Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die
This nigga gonna get on out there
22 and I've been everywhere
But I ain't satisfied, I'ma never lie
Mix a lot, praise Allah, I'ma never die
[Rydah J. Klyde]
Got me feeling like I'm a 21 year old figa
That's my nigga and it really don't get no bigga
They miss the Mob Figaz, Money Gang, me and Chang Chang
Can't see it through the bread, let your boogie bang bang
I came through pieced-up with my waves greezed-up
When I step in the place, all the bitches freeze-up
Jesus, heard she had a baby and she named him that
Queen had a King named Shaheed and she named him Jack
[?] macker, the Calico packer
Long live the king, the legacy live long after
Smack the taste out your mouth, you say the name
In vain, the game, tryna gain a little fame
You lil lames, I'ma snatch the seats of these geeks
Hope you'd do the same for me when if I can't speak, never weak
Naw never, nigga I've been mobbin' like 10, 15 years
It's like I gotta switch gears
Ah

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