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Chaz French – Way Out

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
What it do Awthentik?
Yeah, hey
Thought it was…
Yeah, had to tell mama

[Verse 1]
Okay, yeah, u
Had to tell mama, “Wait a minute”
You may not get it now but you gotta listen
Swear I might not know it all but my intuition
Tell me everything I’m chasin’ need no intermissions
Ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout a finish, boy we just beginnin’
Swear to God the only one, there ain’t no other witness
Ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout the women or the politickin’
Mr. Suit and Tie shit, it’s time to handle business
Boy, we really about the business

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

[Verse 2]
Just bought a new crib, man that muthafucka way out (woo, way out)
Flashin’ in the living room, had 20 bitches laid out (laid out, laid out)
So my baby mama trippin’, had to pull 2 K out (K out)
Everything A1, you woulda thought it was a steakhouse (steakhouse, steakhouse)
Bout to do it for the city, bout to bring the whole state out (woo, state out)
Shout to the niggas that’s been with me and they stayed down (stay down or lay down)
It was recess with it, I had to watch it all play out (dang, play out)
Now nigga kick it with Rick Rubin on my day off, we way out, yeah

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

[Verse 3]
Nobu, Malibu, we ain’t wearin’ no chains
We was broke last year, now we wearin’ the change
Heard a lot of niggas talkin’ but ain’t sayin’ a thang
New Year’s resolution but still doin’ the same
All I ever talk about is everything that I seen
So if you tired of struggle raps, we makin’ a scene
Man, it ain’t really about the music so I’m takin’ it easy
It’s all about the gimmicks, man y’all makin’ it easy
I can show ‘em how it go, I can assure you I’m the GOAT
Shout out Lil Yachty, I ain’t tryna showboat
But when it comes to flows, man this shit is Minnesota
When it come to colors, put the purple in the soda
You can lean on a shoulder ‘cause we only gettin’ closer

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

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K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle)

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

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K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

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K Camp – Rare Form Freestyle

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull