Nixon - Out There lyrics

[Intro] What time is it? Welcome back! It's been a long time, I know [Verse 1: Art Morera] Light an L if you ain't trynna be somebody else My parents said "Farewell" on El Mariel And "Hello", well more like "Hola" To good ol' America, we'll be more well off I wasn't born yet but when I was, Morera Was the name they gave me, I'm an 80's baby You know the stories of my city around the time I was just teething' Cocaine and gun slingin' in my upbringin' Where I'm from you only need to give em one reason For them to treat you like it was duck season and Bah! Bah! Duck! Jesus Christ! You'd hug your pillow tight after eating abuela's beans and rice and chuletas They'll take your sh** if you let em Fall victim to some bootleggers So all I got for them is 2 letters F U, my uncle told me "Nephew We seek refuge so I refuse to hear any excuses I don't know what an excuse is." Something to let loose with Guess who it is with some fresh new fresh new fresh new sh** I used an old number for Western Union And grinded the whole summer No wonder they thought an investor through in I think it's about time for a revolution [Hook: Art Morera] You hear me out there? Say yeah! You hear me out there? Say yeah! Aw yeah This the sh**, ain't it? Nixon on the track! Uh huh, check me out [Verse 2: Art Morera] This the sh**, ain't it? Well You don't make it to the top story telling tall tales When all fails, they'll be hitting the stairwell On a downward spiral, no farewells I know they meant well, wanted me to excel I held my breath for em, eventually exhaled Mentally set sail, said to myself "Can't depend on somebody else" I still remember how I felt Tears fell like wax near an ember when it melts I lit up an L with Kimber and my girl in Wynwood Wondering when will I prevail If I continue with these elbows, in jail is where I'll end up Eyes behind shades like NWA Hopefully I'm not in trouble today sellin' dubs See the cashflow, don't interrupt We finny enter a new world like an astroid Swear my last joint was a nebula, a birth of a star Nobody realer than your persona, Art should've blown up Life is something I took control of, money sicker than Ebola Blowing up in my Motorola for more to roll up Call the front desk how I'm pushin' them O's You can still smell the kush on my clothes from the blunt stench Edibles cook on the stove I put content on the table and it booked me some shows I took the town, a crooked crown They see a rookie on the throne how I put's it down I'm either looking for my phone or looking around For answers mane Ancestors in my vain, grandchildren on my brain Thinkin bout the future Crucifix rested on my new shirt, music take them to church Moochers love when you're making mucho Quick to walk over ya (Wachovia) for that Washington Mutual Let em watch, let em watch with their pupils, peoples I make paper through a loop hole Met a few souls on this path I chose Made a mark and left an afterglow [Hook: Art Morera] You hear me out there? Say yeah! You hear me out there?