Lyrics Freestyle 2 - YD Snap
Out
of
state,
out
of
mind
As
soon
as
I
be
landing
need
some
weed
that
I
can
find
I
need
to
find
a
beat
and
put
some
pressure
on
these
lames
Tombstone
will
read
your
name,
while
these
bullets
give
you
fame
I'm
so
muthafucking
certified,
walking
down
the
streets
with
a
dirty
9
Asked
her
can
I
come
inside,
but
she
got
dirty
mind
Light
skin
baddie,
and
she
daring
me
to
come
and
drive
Wanna
come
to
Roma
get
away
from
all
the
city
lights
Late
nights,
me
and
you,
bringing
out
the
freak
in
you
Listening
to
Jodeci,
a
joy
to
see
you
being
you
Dancing
in
the
moonlight,
worrying
bout
nothing
Sippin
1942,
just
to
keep
this
party
jumping
Girl
you
fuckin
with
the
truth,
battle
scars
across
my
heart
I
come
from
nothing,
scratching
paper
plates
And
living
in
the
dark
Got
no
ac
in
the
car,
and
the
rent
ain't
even
far
I
was
getting
so
high,
I
was
tryna
go
to
mars
Practice
what
you
preach
and
you
could
really
see
the
way
I
just
wanna
eat,
and
then
just
eat
another
tray
Burry
me
a
g,
tuck
this
heat
up
in
my
waist
Praying
that
In
heaven
I
can
see
my
momma
face
Don't
worry
bout
it
momma
imma
help
us
grow
Imma
go
back
with
some
millions
when
I
head
back
home
When
I
was
young
I
hurt
ya
feelings
and
you
lost
your
hope
But
I
get
back
up
on
my
feet
and
I
show
off
my
growth
I'm
back
with
it,
I'm
packed
with
it,
I
clap
with
it
Exact
with
it,
I
trap
with
it,
I
dash
with
it
I'm
raps
pivotal,
rap
feeling,
the
last
with
it
I
Tax
with
it,
a
ass
with
it,
I
crash
in
it
No
dummy,
but
mo
money
I
need
that
Tell
buddy
to
tell
buddy
to
speed
that
Smooth
stepping,
a
fools
weapon,
I
feed
crack
Cool
and
definite,
ain't
no
way
to
defeat
that
A
pool
of
blood
from
the
politicians,
to
settle
differences
This
pain
done
got
me
reminiscing,
I
hope
you
listening
You
traumatizing
all
the
children,
but
you
love
this
feeling
You
don't
care
about
the
killings
you
just
want
the
millions
What
you
doing
for
this
country
that
you
say
you
love,
Blocking
out
the
love
from
these
walls
you
been
building
up
Putting
kids
in
cages
and
their
faces
got
a
feeling
of
Pain,
mixed
with
hate,
cuz
this
bullshit
is
killing
em
Riots
in
the
streets
and
you
fighting
back
with
fire
I
ain't
coming
from
the
cleaners
but
I'm
riding
with
the
iron
This
shit
feels
premeditated,
you
got
everything
to
do
with
it
You
got
everything
to
do
with
it
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