Get Out

Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!

I really don't give a fuck what y'all say
Press play on the beat, and it's off and away
I spit facts, I spit facts, I said that, then I did that, yeah
Opinions like assholes, everybody got one
Let that bother me, that's my problem
Tried to be the nice guy, be polite
I guess I'm not that white guy
That's alright I, fuck
I forgot what the next bar was
And the next bar was
The bar that was gonna make all y'all folks fall in love
With every mothafuckin' riddle, full of syllables
That my words say, 'cause my words play
Like kids in a playground, Smear the Queer
But, I can't say that nowadays, 'cause
I don't makе music, I make points on beats
That boy's a beast, he's off the leash
Can't stop me, dog, can't copy, nah, I'm one of a kind
Can doubt me, but can't out me, 'cause, I live what I rhyme, just give it some time

Honestly, I'm shocked that this shit took so long
But, I know I should probably be dead and gone
Fuck it, though, I'm here, now, so let's celebrate
'Cause, shit's about to hit the fan, get the hell out the way

Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out, get out!
Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch!

I really don't have shit left to say
Let's just say that, I guess, I'ma make this
Just to set the record straight
'Bout the record that I drop' the other day
'Cause, yesterday, I had an epiphany, outta nowhere
Yeah, the shit just hit me
Like a ton of bricks, that some of y'all think
That I do this for the clicks
If it's you then, listen up, fuck
I forgot what the next bar was, and the next bar was
The best bar of my whole career, but I messed that up
So, I guess, I'm fucked, yeah, I guess, I suck
'Cause, I can't make shit great, without no click-bait
Wait, what about this shit, man?
'Cause, this shit a hit, man
And I ain't talking 'bout shit, like a hitman
I don't make music, I make points on beats
That boys a beast, he's off the leash
Can't stop me, dog, can't copy, nah, I'm one of a kind
Can doubt me, but can't out me
'Cause, I live what I rhyme, just give it some time

Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch
(My way, bitch, way bitch, way bitch...)