Out the Gym lyrics

[Intro]
Blev

[Chorus]
I became accustomed
Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon
b*tch don’t rush me
Roll enough weed 'til a n*gga don’t function
I been in the dungeon
Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus
sh*t is disgusting, uhh
Flows gon’ hit like a million punches
[What if sh*t paid off?], I ain’t never take one goddamn day off
4 9 got laid off
Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up

[Verse 1]
I been tryna maintain through the madness, the average, the dream of the lavish
Living like a n*gga never had no limitations
I was tryna make it to another destination
Had to tell them motherf*ckers, set they reservations
n*gga hot, more ventilation
But the temperature is rising up
The vision bright, it might blind you but
I ain’t never been inclined by much, I’m a diamond bruh
Soft silk in the lining of
A Cadillac I push it farther than
Gods or men, a lane that you never been in
Looking timid with your vision, I can tell you pretend
A tentative stance, your chance to last, it been [grim?]
Attempt to grasp it all, really beyond them
The writing's been on the wall to read but y’all skim
Didn’t attain it overnight my n*gga, I been him
The rent's in, the one that you’re never convincing
These flows of no conviction, got a cold addiction
I been on a soldiers mission, I’m opposed to the contradictions and the consequences
All that sh*t is non-essential, tell them motherf*ckers check the credentials
n*gga we ain't living in suspension, had to fix the Wi-Fi connection
Got a n*gga feeling resurrected, my god
[Chorus]
I became accustomed
Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon
b*tch don’t rush me
Roll enough weed 'til a n*gga don’t function
I been in the dungeon
Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus
sh*t is disgusting, uhh
Flows gon’ hit like a million punches
[What if sh*t paid off?], I ain’t never take one goddamn day off
4 to 9 got laid off
Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up

[Verse 2]
Can’t sell my soul for the fame, brought an umbrella with me for the rain
Can’t change for the change, got a little bit of that and I stayed the same
I was in the basement, tryna make it happen, I ain’t had no resource
f*cked up decor, hiding like a decoy, I was on a mission like I playing Ghost Recon
Dealing with the narcissists, I never worked with the novices
I’m tapped into where my conscience is
Elevated to a level where you can’t exist
Breathe rare air sittin' in the seat I sit
So what I miss?
They lost in the fog, the mist
Some monster sh*t, the sickest in the syndicate
The scent of this’ll send ‘em on cerebral trips
They play the blame game, got your mind playing tricks
I gotta maintain, aim shoot, I can’t miss
[Then I?] reload, no repetitive sh*t
And I been ahead of the mix
Anonymous, I know it is what it is
Only so many f*cks to give, it's
[Chorus]
I became accustomed
Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon
b*tch don’t rush me
Roll enough weed 'til a n*gga don’t function
I been in the dungeon
Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus
sh*t is disgusting, uhh
Flows gon’ hit like a million punches
[What if sh*t paid off?], I ain’t never take one goddamn day off
4 9 got laid off
Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up