[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I'm just a young n***a, who live in the hood
Tryna make a lil' paper, gotta do what I could
No, do what I can, 'cause mama baby boy's a man
Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm selling these grams
Shit, I could've played ball, but my grades wasn't up to par
Dropped out, started cooking it raw
Running from narks after dark, got no choice but to put [?] through the rocks and them bushes
Pray to god they ain't looking
Look, I'm never slippin, got the Glock in the car
Posted up on the block, got the Glock in my draws
What the fuck did you thought?
I'm strapped for a reason
Motherfuckers dropping like flys this season
Triles and tribulations, that's all a n***a facing
I roll up blunts, just smoke 'til I'm faded
N***a tippin' a bottle, downing my sarros
Living for today, in hopes to see tomorrow

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'd give anything just to make it
Outa here
Outa here
As soon as my time comes
[?]
I'm outa here
I'm outa here
[Verse 2: Eastwood]
[?] fuck rap, if it ain't your thing
Me and my n***as been getting the street money since [?]
All I ask is respect these days
And put your pistol down, coward, knuckle up, you can all catch fades
I've been through enough bullshit, to serve a whole country
[?] at his best, my own parents didn't want me
Here to take from the rich, and give back to the poor
They tried to blow us out, but I'm here to eat [?]
While Jay Rock was pitching off the porch in them projects
I was on the east, busting them long metal objects
I stay focused, my family was hopeless
Months with no lights, and gas flooded with roaches
I had to work my magic, and package that [?]
I had the whole block sold, the shop officially open
You can die young or rich, or die hopeless
Lost my bro to a hootout, died with his eyes open
In the streets

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'd give anything just to make it
Outta here
Outta here
As soon as my time comes
[?]
I'm outta here
I'm outta here