Out The Way Lyrics

I be out the way chasing chips, get a bankroll

Stacking up my pay, just been piling the pesos

Queso, got me cheesing running up them digits

Keep it on the low, they ain't gotta know my business, no

Stayin down til the come up

I just run it up, they wanna get like me

I be saucing out, even in a white tee

And I got so many sounds, they can never bite me

Got so many styles, bitch I'm too sick, I've been laying out the blueprint

Yeah, I'm something like a genius, but on tracks I'm going stupid

I do it with no effort, got a job, still applying pressure

Feeling like I am the one, name someone who do it better

Feelin "him," hittin the gym, Mr. Known To Get It In

Know a boss be taking losses, but I really love to win

Swear this music in my genes, I'm a demon like I'm Jin

Cuz I'm a fucking beast, rapping like a veteran

But I got so much to learn, so much bridges gotta burn

See my homies doing numbers, I just gotta wait my turn

Finna go up for the summer, but I still expect the worst

Knowing life could be a curse, I'm just trying to make it work

Ain't we all though? Step into the scene with all my vatos

Ignoring the hoes, like we driving past a pothole

Trying to find a dime, one to ride when it get dark though

But all I see are sevens, got me feeling like Ronaldo

It ain't high enough and I ain't gon' settle for less

Got that worldwide sound, but still represent the West

If you think it and you mean it, you should say it with your chest

If you need me, I'll be tucked, staying back from all the rest, cuz

I be out the way chasing chips, get a bankroll

Stacking up my pay, just been piling the pesos

Queso, got me cheesing running up them digits

Keep it on the low, they ain't gotta know my business, no

Stayin down til the come up

I just run it up, they wanna get like me

I be saucing out, even in a white tee

And I got so many sounds, they can never bite me

Never bitin me cuz I'm too versatile, I'm the one they chirping bout

Always knew I kinda was him, but now I'm certain now

Phamzino the season, can't tell me no other reason

Seeing that I'm making music, but I'm living with a purpose now

I sit back and contemplate, sipping strawberry ramune

The homie told me do my music, either way they all gon' hate

Got the Juice up in this Wrld, these girls acting all the same

Been having lucid dreams, I'm living lavish stackin all the pape

I won't give my love no more, I just share my love