Strat Carter - At This Moment (Outchea) lyrics

[Hook : Jay Tremaine ] Circle got smaller when dreams got bigger Take a couple losses and they still say we winners Made our own rules, so life is always fair The team right now, could it be more clear that we Outchea, outchea, outchea, outchea Outchea, outchea, outchea, outchea [1st Verse : Trizzy] At this moment, I'm high as f** so im zoning At this moment, my attitude is "f** my opponents" Cause everyday, I'm on my grind Low-key but I stack them dimes Tryna get what's mine I hit play never hit rewind Look, I'm on another level Chase dreams yall n***as stay settled Rolling up got Henney in my cup, that's word to my n***a Metal Cause all my n***as keep pourin' Birds eye view, we soarin' Ain't worried 'bout a hatin' a** n***a cause his b**h sayin' he's borin' Afilliated with real Gs in the streets we stack real cheese, stay low-key where them Os be Now everybody wanna act like they know me But they prolly owe me, I don't give a f**..deuces..prolly hating cause I'm gettin' this money But don't make yourself a nuisance...fool [Hook : Jay Tremaine ] [2nd Verse :Jonny K.] When they wasn't hearing from me in a minute they probably thought that a n***a was hidin' I just been workin' my brain, came up with new ways to k** mothaf**as by rhymin' While I was at it I changed the climate Now they sweatin' and b**hin' and cryin' some of 'em wretchin' and twitchin' and dyin' makin' a mess of my kitchen I'm fryin' 'em up and I fix up a plate and i serve the sh** to they people who be thinkin' they made But really they wack, they remind me of Tommy DeVito I'm screamin f** you like Cee Lo. While I'm blazin' my green Gotta let yall know that we lethal 'case yall wanna play against my team Wait a minute now I used to be a pyro now I spit that liquid-nitro When I get up on these hype a** beats I'm JFK. the psycho And I'm outta control Man they movin' too slow Just filled this booth with C4 Now I'm bout to make this b**h blow [Hook : Jay Tremaine ] [Verse 3: Chuck Larry] It's like they yellow taped the game they try to tell us where we can't go Just make em swallow they pride until they all choke Money talks so tell me what your speech for Why you out here saying f** Chuck? Prolly cause your girl done f**ed Chuck Hating on twitter, when you log off you a fan of me, my life your fantasy Chasing dreams not fame f** where the cameras be Never sugar coat my raps biters might get cavities I'm worried cause I'm sonning these rappers Preaching to em your arrival don't matter Church with this rap sh**, their hands is to the ceiling These women that sinning kneeling & Im far from being a saint I'm far from being Lecrae I'm just making sure that this art gets saved [Hook : Jay Tremaine]