Hear Me Out - Lucas Coly

Aye

Lemme keep it a hunnid, I used to be nothing but now niggas hate me

Why the fuck would you hate me, you making it obvious you mad cause you ain’t me

Say what you wanna say, talk how you wanna talk, never erase me

Me I am 1 in a million, cut off or loose me, but never replace me

I don’t have nothing for you niggas or bitches, so please get the fuck out my

face

Don’t like to stop for nobody for free, so please get the fuck out my way

Yes, I be trippin' and going through lots of shit, boy it’s a lot on my plate

I do not fuck with nobody, like fuck it and fuck it, I’m stuck in my ways

I started off with a 0 (zero), feel like I’m still at a 0 (zero)

Go where you wanna go, do what you wanna do, niggas will never try me though

You say you look up to me bro (huh)

Ok well I’ll be a hero

Wait, just follow my lead and cut niggas off when you see something in they ego

(yah)

I get it done with no innocence, roll me a splif and I’ll remenence

How the fuck am I better than niggas out here? don’t you know I’m an immigrant

Don’t fuck with a shawty be sickening

I see that you niggas ain’t getting it in

Niggas get deals and go broke with the money, like not me I’m flipping' it

(Why, why, why)

Cause I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah)

I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I be on my shit boy

Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy

Am I killing these niggas? no telling man

They say I’m dope like a selling man

I need a rack with the rubber band, so I can turn into the running man (yeah,

running man, running man, running man)

Cause I be on my shit boy

Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy (aye)

Used to be strong with a lot of y’all, but now I hate niggas with passion

So why would I do you a favor?

Bitch you should know that I’m taxing (skurt)

Rather buy my momma a crib, before I go and cop me a bently (skurr)

Cause I know I’m a ball, I just I don’t end up get shot up like benji

See I put some thought to my actions

I put the ink to the paper

Blowing on that herb, feel like I’m up in jamaica

Kick you to the curb, better talk bread like a baker

You get on my nerves, pass me the blunt see you later (aye)

I keep an eye on you niggas, you better not fuck up my come up (fuck up my come

up)

Talking that shit to me nigga? (what)

Bitch I’ll make a call on the run ups

I do this shit for myself, and I do this shit for my family (for my family)

So know that I’m keeping it pushing, like fuck it and fuck who don’t stan me

(Why, why, why)

Cause I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah)

I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I be on my shit boy

Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy

Am I killing these niggas? no telling man

They say I’m dope like a selling man

I need a rack with the rubber band, so I can turn into the running man (yeah,

running man, running man, running man)

Cause I be on my shit boy

Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy