Glorious Sin - Too Deep for the Outro lyrics

[Verse 1] I am not the n***a, wait Look, I am not the n***a you should f** wit Yeah, when it comes to these bars boy I bust quick Like a virgin wit a pretty big bu*t chick You in a war zone strapped wit a musket All of my n***as is ready No I ain't ga**ing, left that at the Getty Watch as I turn all this rain to confetti, And all this top ramen to angel hair s'getti Dream chasing like meek n 'em And I ain't in the game but I'm peekin' in It's looking like them other boys weakening Hot as cast iron press 'n crease 'n 'em Yeah, Boy this sh** is getting easier and easier Woo, I'm the sh** like a gallon Actviva Woo, and here's a little bit of trivia Who's the only younging still spitting for the love, here's a clue I would give my whole heart and a kidney up Promised fam I would give it my all This rap game is like sport boy you gotta have balls And once again mothafukas don't you ask me to pause Listen all I know is go no sitting still is involved My girl tell me come home but it's a quarter to naw It's a quarter to naw Girl I make my own rules I stay out late as want Like a homeless man's dog [Hook] I am not the kid that I use to be girl So baby please don't say "What Up" when I'm out though This beat so real I'll save for the Outro A hundred mill then I'm out though These long nights turned your boy to a psycho [Verse 2] Yeah, 5 racks on this rap dream, another 2 on lotto tickets Still praying that one day I do win and buy my momma like a thousand kitchens Cook a million dreams in it Side note a n***a Palm is itchin' So I guess that one day is today,Mamma tell yo f**ing job you quitting, unn Man Man I spent like half of my twenties inside Pa** on plenty pretty p**y for a prettier sky Paint the canvas in my blood 'til the day that I die Just to show the things I'll give so my family is fine, so my family is fine Tell ya girl blow my hand then I'm throwing the die I need a seven or the only thing I love is gon' die Man I'm gambling my life away Yeah, when it comes to my fam I'm like a CD with a million scratches you can try me but I'll never play Yeah, I'm asking God for a quarter billion dollars remembered vanities a sin and said I'll talk to you another day But everything is money driven sh**, Even being sick now cost money n***a, money ain't the answer boy tell who you f**in kiddin, sh** Yeah, And Word to Nasir Jones I'ma win n***a sinna illmatic ask God if it all was written [Hook] I am not the kid that I use to be girl So baby please don't say "What Up" when I'm out though This beat so real I'll save for the Outro A hundred mill then I'm out though These long nights turned your boy to a psycho