SMG - Wil'out lyrics

[Verse 1] I've been tryna make you listen I've been screaming from the back Drowned out by sha-kla-klacks If these lame n***as talkin' sh**, I must be spittin' be piss This ain't rap, I ain't hip-hop I'm a tera Up from every single bit (byte) Now I'm stepping to the front And throwing joints to pull this weed Bang my chest and bare my teeth Cue the music, grabbing utters; Ya'll gon' have to play me off I'm offering change to these bums Awfully plagued with this scum Thoughtlessly thinking that acting hood is how cookies will come from crumbs So they been shakin' out the bag. Say it's swag when they sag Saying f** him at the funeral, "n***a, NONE of us have dads Now I'm tryna let you listen Now I'm tryna a set you free And Imma shout [Hook] Wil'out... Wil'out... Wil'out... Wil'out, wil'out Now I'm tryna do me, so you can count that I'll... Wil'out!.. Wil'out!... Wil'out!... Wil'out We gon' bang and break 'em out Until they crack and start to yell And then we scream And then they shout,. And we WIL-OUT! [Verse 2] You've been molded Told a lie you can't understand because music and Television sold it U.O.E.N.O. it We are the future You are a poet The few roosters set to dispel the rumors where losers make blind movers and imperial troopers In the real world, you exist Not like this Dressed in nines and empty rhymes Drop the accent Pull your waist Put up your left fist It's a whole new era Don't be scared of the past We've come to bliss But, that ignorance is sh** You're unique But can't control when they give you no handlebars Riding on thin ice and gla** shards Stop to eat a low-carb poptart, pissin' on a cop car Where's Admiral Akbar? It's a trap, n***a! You really think these b**hes applauding you when it clap, n***a? They're lost too Like lions and tigers in woods, I just couldn't bare it Pied piper's fee is long overdue n***a-rich n***as buying luxuries, but can't afford the tariff They skipped out like Ferris We'll not be embarra**ed Go head, call the sheriff! I'm wil'in! Breaking out of this cage in Nicholas rage Stomping on bars Knock 'em down, I'm shooting Mars It's divorce, man. Start filin' Promise we'll run it, gotta tune up and get our Miles in [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm a genius; man, I ain't gotta fake sh** Stay ahead of these n***as; ain't gotta rake sh** Smart middle cla** black kid, ain't gotta take sh** But I make this To make sure any motherf**er keeping watch have to take shifts Now these have-nots have plots and schemes Swear fools blind like we fightin' wit Kareem Amazing race, you be chilling under with Phil Imma end up on the top, cause I always do me Aaahhh! But they think they special: Self-centered minds If you ask me, stoop kid's kinda stupid Take it to the streets, dude 'Bout that time... 'Bout that time... 'Bout that time... 'Bout that time... No talk, just wilin'!