Dizzy Wright – Outrageous Lyrics ft. Big K.R.I.T.

Dizzy Wright – Outrageous Lyrics ft. Big K.R.I.T.

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white, who’s race?
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white, who’s race?
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Got to teach them to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let them know we can’t be phased
Now everybody on a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said, “niggas need change”
Now the younger generation all hot-heads
They start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a T R A P S O U L
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Mama struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past state lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like slavery
Only keep them there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

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[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white, who’s race?
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white, who’s race?
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

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[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mayne
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame
A player got to scrape a dollar together the bill
Still do make ten, they gon’ want fifteen
Out to check, ain’t no helping the Rolodex
So you do a little wrong just to come correct
Sacrifice your freedom for the Louie V’s
YSL, and all the letters of the alphabet
But them laws on the low, casing
Life ain’t Scarface the movie, face it
They waiting on you to be stupid, basic
You’re just another number in a cell, cadence
Propaganda the promotion of the notion
The only way you get out the hood is with the stove and
You’re living fast and dying young is where you’re going
Don’t fall victim to the trap door that ain’t showing
It’s bigger than the block that you stand for
Or the shot that you got out the bando
‘Cause the law pull up with the handle
Ain’t nothing cool when the streets filled with candles
Another shooting on the front pages
Another crying family, over they baby
Another murder played out on them stages
Wonder where we live and it’s so outrageous

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[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white, who’s race?
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white, who’s race?
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

Outrageous Lyrics by Dizzy Wright ft. Big K.R.I.T.

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J.O.B

Lyrics to ‘J.O.B’ by Dizzy Wright:

–Chorus–
I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

–Verse 1–
Yeah, livin’ proof
I got shit to do
Makin’ business moves
Y’all niggas know what it is
And if you don’t, here’s a head and clue
Yeah, I’m on the grind and a mission
I’m the one that they gon’ listen to
Might drop a jam or two
And he finna drop TGA2
How can they hate what I do?
All white and I’m blackin’ out
Servin’ niggas like it’s happy hour
But I ain’t payin’ for the drinks
I just need some time to think
This is good weed and I’m happy ’bout it
This is my life, you can’t sabotage it
We grew up poor with no daddy options
Locked in
Still movin’ to the top 10
Up early, worked it out
Too bad my daddy never clocked in
Lookin’ at me, stay FFFL
Don’t act, we’s not friends
Oh, what a job this is
When it’s time to rise, who is you ridin’ with?
‘Cause we loco
Mind say solo dolo
Party on the weekend
Like we not the locals
Somehow, some

–Chorus–
I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be

–Verse 2–
Yeah, written in stone, ain’t no stoppin’ it
I’m finna get up outta this
I’m under the radar, anonymous
I’ma get mine and it’s obvious
Tucked my shirt in like a gentleman
High shorts, high socks
Had to break the high top, Michael Vick and ’em
Don’t make me go bring the dogs out
Make this sound like fightin’ words
And if this a battle, then we can go all out
No Ike and Tina, we don’t hit the bitches
But a hater gotta bring them paws out
Look, old-school, hittin’ switches
Mustang, got me stick shiftin’
Dizzy hippy, yeah, the kids spinnin’
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Until my first resale say 6 digits
I grew up in Vegas, that’s big business
You can’t relate, what you mean, homes?
You must have fell for a fake image
Skinny custom ripped jeans
Had to cut ’em off, I ain’t cuttin’ strings
Baby, know I hold the rock
But they tried to hold me off
I got ’em callin’ the double team
So I split the middle
Against the big and little
Long periods of pear pressure
But a profit don’t do it for profit
I beneficial when I know it’s finna fit you

–Chorus–
So I wake up like a workin’ man
This shit don’t get no easier
Wakin’, bakin’ in my day again
Lord forgive me for my sins
I been on my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
On my J.O.B
You know where I be