Clear It Out lyrics

[Intro]
I wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight
This is some real sh*t
Hahahah

[Verse 1]
First thing’s first, when a n*gga money ain't right, that makes things worse
Now he's just breathing, he can bairly manage
He’s way past starving, he really famished
Right hand man is up north, that's hurting him
His cellphone 'bout to cut off, Sprint j*rking him
And his baby mom starting to do her thing again
She left him for a n*gga pumping E up in Bangleton
If his money is right, then maybe he could diss her
But he can't, them n*ggas [?] his lil sister
His pops just passed, his mom used to be an ocasional sniffer, then she started f*cking with the glass
Dude used to be a star back then, he had the Benz
He held something, but he just turned his car back in
Mad karots, pauned all his rings, took the stand, next thing I know, [?] all his bling
Now he just like everybody, with the same old plans that can't get over the [?] with the same old grams
They was on the block, making fun of him
He slid off, came back with his hammer, and killed every one of them

[Chorus]
'Cause when I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
[Verse 2]
[?] I go man to man
I know n*ggas with an as*h*le full of [?] go hand and hand
f*ck hot, that's humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Columbia
My cars from Germany
And my gun from Sissily
Nothing personal, but I was raised different
Hold my joints sideways, so I blaze different
Give it to anybody, f*ck an age difference
From n*ggas in the world, to those in the cage [?]
Rub the kite on your chest, and swallow the stamp
End of the day, they still wanna follow the champ
It ain’t about being lyrical, ’cause when I get in the booth, I make mearicals, and I ain't spiritual
But I’m in tune with the hood, so I'm better than you
And when you see me coming, you know what it's better to do

[Chorus]
'Cause when I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
[Verse 3]
Can’t ly, all I got is my balls and my vocals
And the only security I brought with is my social
Don't look decent, it's like n*ggas left they crew in the hood, [?]
Had it up to here with this fake sh*t
They don't even want a n*gga to earn his, just give and take sh*t
Just make sure you mention my name in the top brakets
Make sure they mention their name as the top faggits
Trust me, this go around, I will not have it
Put n*ggas' heads to bed like [?]
How you think your man died?
More money than respect, and it wasn't close, it was a landslide
Listen, my n*gga
Your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes, [?]
If I don't do it with music, I'ma do it with poppy
Just play the sideline, and observe and watch me
Let's go

[Chorus]
'Cause when I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out
When I come through, clear it out
Play the sideline, and observe how a real n*gga air it out