Poj Out Here Alone lyrics

(feat. Sheena Goss & Cork Taylor)


1ST VERSE
I stand out like an oddball, or better yet blend end with the top dogs
And slo burn told me all along
Diamonds in the rough shouldn't fuck with nothing bronze
So the envelope got pushed
And the barriers were crossed, nothing played by the book
Developed my own sound, spoke on new topics
Subject matter was on the level for some congress shit
And my competition was confident
That they was moving up and I was opposite
But now the seeming so incompetent
And agony is sort of like the consequence
Which is all related to the statements that I spoke on prior pertaining to the fire
You see my city searching for a new tone
Not a muthafuckin clone, so I'm rocking, all alone…yeah

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All out here alone, sometimes it feels like
I'm all out here alone

2ND VERSE
Alright…let me get in to it…
Look, you see the shadows ain't multiple
But I'm just doing what I'm suppose to do
You see I come from a chosen few
It's all real life, we exposing truth
How could you not respect it ? Why would you wanna knock it ?
I don't fit in these muthafuckin boxes
Guess I gotta obtuse shape, too much saliva for the tongue
Over they head with my phrases

Stayed patient thru all life changes
Started on the low but then rose like Jalen
Hyphy came and went, couldn't sustain the strength
But now I'm eating the entrée cuz I'm the main event
Won't be no left-overs left over
Eye-brows at a arch, did you text Noah ?
And still I'm the nigga they don't know of
I'm sharing with my niggaz but you suckaz getting no love..

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3RD VERSE
Ok now I'm the commissioner (uh)
But I'm still on a peninsula
Really ain't into the rapping like them
Gotta talk what I walk can't see me as pretending
See when you keen with ya senses
And keep it one hunid then the streets ain't defensive
But if you talking Benzes and luxury but feeding, don't why they don't fuck with ya team
Kingsville repping it, Sac's resurrection
POJ that jibberish is missing my direction
Look, you niggaz gotta come a newkie
Ya broads like chicken, I'm a touch her with the blue cheese
A little smarter with the louchy, won't make the same mistake
Burn the grape to the doobie
Maybe being outta this world's my duty
I signs off, sincerely yours, yours truly…

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