Lyrics:
Consequence Getting Out The Game

the judge Got you when I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital

out Southeast to Pennsylvania Transportation Authority is what I'm probably on If I ain't whippin' a land throughout ya section My mind's in traum', nine times out

, yo, the way I been treated in this industry, not nicely Little faggot motherfucker like Tried to get someone to pop my chain Getting robbed dog is not my game My nigga hopped out

like I ate some bake beans Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks Getting in trouble

like I ate some bake beans Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks Getting in trouble

[finesse] Suckas out there better pray and shout for help When it comes to skills on the mic, I'm out for self Finesse is dangerous, so those who came

arrangements of chocolates Now, you're working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus And you're willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence

getting out the game, no time soon Ooooh, as I continue as I, Ooooh, as I continue as I Oooh, Oooh Can't see myself getting out the game, no time soon

[ Consequence ] Good morning America, good morning to Erica Who gave me good head while watching good morning America And good day New York, have a