Fuck Outta Here
**Verse 1:** Steppin’ in, tailored soul, mind flyin’ like Concordes, Blueprints in my veins, while you still search the boards, Every bar’s a chess move, you just checkers on the porch, I’m the flame to your wick, watch your wax get torched. Pavement whispers legends when my sneakers hit the lane, You just echo empty bottles, tryna imitate the pain, Sharper than a winter breeze that slices through your chain, Respect on my surname, while you struggle for a name. **Hook:** F** outta here—before the echo of your steps is even gone, My presence heavier than crowns, you just plastic on the lawn, Tryna swim with giants, but your puddle’s barely drawn— F** outta here, your whole era’s just a yawn. **Verse 2:** Sixth sense for the snakes, you hissin' in disguise, My vision seein' through it, got the truth behind my eyes, You chase a fleeting clout, I immortalize the prize, Your highlight reel’s a blooper; my failures still rise. I pen what prophets wish, brush the sky with every verse, You just scribble for the moment, I’m inscribed in every church, Tryna hold a candle, but your flame can’t match my first, Get your seat in the bleachers, watch a titan do his work. **Hook:** F** outta here—before the echo of your steps is even gone, My presence heavier than crowns, you just plastic on the lawn, Tryna swim with giants, but your puddle’s barely drawn— F** outta here, your whole era’s just a yawn. **Outro:** Legacy’s a marathon, your sprint is just a blur, You knock on palace doors, but I’m the reason they confer, Tryna write your story with a borrowed signature— F** outta here, you’re just a rumor in my stir.
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**Verse 1:** Steppin’ in, tailored soul, mind flyin’ like Concordes, Blueprints in my veins, while you still search the boards, Every bar’s a chess move, you just checkers on the porch, I’m the flame to your wick, watch your wax get torched. Pavement whispers legends when my sneakers hit the lane, You just echo empty bottles, tryna imitate the pain, Sharper than a winter breeze that slices through your chain, Respect on my surname, while you struggle for a name. **Hook:** F** outta here—before the echo of your steps is even gone, My presence heavier than crowns, you just plastic on the lawn, Tryna swim with giants, but your puddle’s barely drawn— F** outta here, your whole era’s just a yawn. **Verse 2:** Sixth sense for the snakes, you hissin' in disguise, My vision seein' through it, got the truth behind my eyes, You chase a fleeting clout, I immortalize the prize, Your highlight reel’s a blooper; my failures still rise. I pen what prophets wish, brush the sky with every verse, You just scribble for the moment, I’m inscribed in every church, Tryna hold a candle, but your flame can’t match my first, Get your seat in the bleachers, watch a titan do his work. **Hook:** F** outta here—before the echo of your steps is even gone, My presence heavier than crowns, you just plastic on the lawn, Tryna swim with giants, but your puddle’s barely drawn— F** outta here, your whole era’s just a yawn. **Outro:** Legacy’s a marathon, your sprint is just a blur, You knock on palace doors, but I’m the reason they confer, Tryna write your story with a borrowed signature— F** outta here, you’re just a rumor in my stir.
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