Inside Out (Judah Mix) Lyrics

Got the Rollie flicking out the car nigga

Feeling holy, sitting like a God nigga

I'm Hermes, racing down 95

Weaving in and out of traffic after what is mine

Build to hustle, end game to an endless grind

And when you heating like the sun, it's hard to stop your shine

Told niggas album done and I ain't in my prime

It's a lot left to face these mountains I'm about to climb

Valleys Imma conquer, sowing like a farmer

Venni Vetti Vecci cause I'm gravitating to that mantra

And when this accomplished, it's hard not to flaunt it

And when you moving this hard, who the fuck can stop you

I'm a fuckin' army, let me get my barings

A true rebel to this game; I'm John Dillinger

That's who you dealing with, cause I'm the realest since

Nip Hussle and Atlantic did a joint venture ship

Grind it up, break down

How much we rollin'? About a pound

Few in the air, I'm catching her stare

I'm the tracing thighs on her I'm taking there

I traveled west, got in the zone

Learned the game and how to spit it

And I brought it home

This shit is true what Imma do

Is be the realest bicoastal since Amaru

Another day, another loss, another funeral

Picking out a coffin, finding one that suitable

Hollow points are hoola hooping out the Subaru

It's raining hard from the field than a hooper do

I ain't use to you and you ain't knowing me

I ride alone but can mobilize 30 deep

That's inadvertently, cause what is serving me

Is a bad bitch draped in all black Ver-Sa-Ce

My Versace hoe, she like to spot me doe

And patch a nigga up like Bonnedacci shirt

She ride in the dirt, she be hiding the hurt

But any given moment, she like to ride up her skirt

My life is certain, cause I'm running this shit

I'm on the home stretch, open up striding and shit

I silence the critics with the stats and digits

My last dance going down as a dynasty nigga

Grind it up, break down

How much we rollin? About a pound

Few in the air, I'm catching her stare

I'm the tracing thighs on her I'm taking there

I traveled west, got in the zone

Learned the game and how to spit it

And I brought it home

This shit is true what Imma do

Is be the realest bicoastal since Amaru

Bitches break they back to bend over the God

You a lame and I'm everything she say you not

I'm break her down and dig her out, she don't wanna stop

She hopping off and hopping on like a metro stop

Caught the green line home to Branch Ave

Taught slim a few things, cause I'm a class act

I'm on my 100th lap, my 10,000 hours

Reign coming forecasting like an April shower

I'm earning all the power, I'm gaining my respect

Niggas want the fame, but they ain't earned it yet

Weeks of work can get you first class and check

Years of work and you can buy your own fuckin' jet

20 Decade will be my dynasty period

Talk my own shit til' you niggas get tired of hearing

Then talk it some more, I'm breaking the door

Jam my foot in to see what the fuck is in store

Grind it up, break down

How much we rollin'? About a pound

Few in the air, I'm catching her stare

I'm the tracing thighs on her I'm taking there

I traveled west, got in the zone

Learned the game and how to spit it

And I brought it home

This shit is true what Imma do

Is be the realest bicoastal since Amaru