Famebeats - SOuthernPlayalisticOutcast lyrics

[Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO] I remember just sitting back in cla** Thinking, "Yo I know I need to get off my a**" Staying at the bottom thats only in the past At the top, trying to get there fast in life, like.. {Toni: Shamman Hippy} [Verse 1: Shamman Hippy] Yeah we gotta make million, we gotta stack it up Making it to the top, that is up to us Get up out this b**h, living life good Bills all paid , 5 star food Chillin with the homies, always in the stu And this is just a vision, always in the kitchen With the homies and ambition, listen And we gotta make it happen When I started rapping, everybody started laughing Even my friends But damn everyone Is a snake Never supporting, when I handed you the tape But just watch, dick ricking when I make it to the top And it'll be soon, cus I'm hungry as f** I'm hippy as f** Everybody doubted ShammanHippy, groovy and wavy And back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me [Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO] {Toni: LEO} [Verse 2: LEO] I remember the past In cla** checking the time Wondering which one that I'd rather pa** I'm past time, no future like crime, that's a bad time So I stay focused curing your nap time South side, PG, Dallas reppin, you see me Probly with headphones, bumping Kendrick, ya bish Believe me, this, ain't a typical kid that you're seeing Never stoned but I've been still evolving like Eevee Rapping with my brothers, we all homies and family Southern Outcasts, no vanity, but We bringing tragedy, to, any rappers who challenging us, ain't no damaging us SUR Side b**h, estamos in the cut And we stay cooking it up This is a taste, it's a small bite Taste the Valentina and ba**, mmm My goal is to make money and outrap This is that Big Boi, That 3 Stacks, that Outcast [Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO] {Toni: Shad B} [Verse 3: Shad B] They say "Listen to the teacher when you sitting in cla**" Half the time, I was too busy writing raps Ditching cla**, feeling on a** Spending money on another sack That was the past, lemme tell you where a n***a at Steady pacing, a n***a out here trying to make it Skip cla**, barely study, but i graduated A n***a smart, but i use my brain in other places Some people hated but i just like to be creative Go down a different road, or take a different rout But once you make it through, it ain't no coming out Lemme see what this about I think i can make a change Do this sh** a different way Cus half these n***as act the same f** fame, I just want people to know my name For what i do, in the booth I be spitting flames And you gone hear me coming through Im just like a train I can only bring you the truth I can never change [Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO] {Toni: Mario} [Verse 4: Mario] Yo I got the brush for the mixture Life & attitude that's the hue for the picture And being broke ain't a joke till it gets you right? Well for me, its just giving me an appetite It got me selling what they're fiending for I'm in a 94 speeding low Looking like I'm selling a dime or a dub Cruising in the hood with them slugs and all above Ain't no need for a sub so tell me when to begin I swear everybody's going to know us at the end This pen's my only friend cus its helping me extend My cash-flow, my wardrobe And especially these hoes that need this hero Haters tryna go and figure me out But at the same time their girls can't picture me out Yeah, who's the best? who's the champ? That's the main question But in my soul i can hear the election [Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO] {Toni: Jenova IO} [Verse 5: Jenova IO] Made plenty money off of dimes But not a penny from rap Addicted to the crimes Every line is a kilo of crack Can't differ the real from the fake We in need of a gap Well let my breath be the shooter And my words be tha strap Ms.Douple P on my mind So I'm never relaxed Said I quit doing music I guess I relapsed Smartest kid in the room Never pa**ed in my cla** Bring Yo girl and the world f** em both then I laugh Got it down to a science I'm dying to murder rappers I been eye-in for a minute Let me drop atomic bombs on his kids and his moms while I'm in it so They can ask why the star player isn't winning f** turning tables ima flip it You stuck on a round table while it's spinning You tripping like chance on acid Lil kid, play a**hole and Get ya a** kicked Mister pill popper, just stepped in The building so watch it, n***a [Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO]