Stay Out Mine - K Rino

You on my wood like a termite

My patna said that when you come around, his weed don’t even burn right

It’s looking like I got a wig to split

You telling people what I done before I did the shit

Hold up, patna, chill, a’fighting we gon' be

You ain’t got your life in line, how you gon' speak on me?

When they start to talk trash, like handguns I blast

Ain’t got a gal so you dwelling on the ones I smash

Ain’t got a check so you worrying about the ones I cash

You talk fast, fool, your mouth got the runs like ass

Can’t wait to tell, patna, ‘cause you fake as hell

If spreading business was a crime, you’d go straight to jail

South Park, MO City, Fifth Ward, The Third

If y’all know somebody like that, go on and shoot ‘em the bird

And the best way you can recognize a slanderous word

Is if the first thing to leave they mouth is «Guess what I heard?»

Now how come fools always worrying about what’s on your mind?

Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind

I’ma tell you hoes this one more time

You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine

How come fools always worrying about what’s on your mind?

Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind

I’ma tell you hoes this one more time

You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine

If the topic is hot, they gossip a lot

It won’t stop with a plot 'til they possibly get profit ya got

Tryna constantly figure out who bed you hopping up out

If you on top they try to drop you down to the opposite spot

You corrupt and shife, too much drama up in your world

But in the meantime, your homeboy running up in your girl

On the bottom is where these haters wanna see K

I know it’s true because you all up in my mix just like a DJ

But you don’t know me, you twenty steps below me

See me hollering at a female, and when I left, he back-doored me

Ain’t like I’m tripping, you was putting cash down

And after all that, she still shot your rotten ass down

You’re talking down on playas tryna survive

When it comes to hating, you put hours in like a 9-to-5

Your old man was just like ya back in '73 (That's how it be)

I guess the apple don’t fall far from the tree

Now how come fools always worrying about what’s on your mind?

Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind

I’ma tell you hoes this one more time

You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine

How come fools always worrying about what’s on your mind?

Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind

I’ma tell you hoes this one more time

You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine

You know who just went to jail, you know who just got out

You know who smoking, who selling, who shot who and who got shot

You know who snitching, who doing bad, who laying up with who

But it’s funny how nobody don’t know nothing about you

They whole m.o.

is to hurt your flow

That’s the reason why they don’t let your ass in church no more

I can’t stand you, that’s why your little freak got ran through

Why is a grown man worrying about what another grown man do?

That shit don’t land you in a unescapable scandal

It catch you up in some heat that your ass can’t handle

And if I die first, I won’t let ya pass

I’ma come back as a foot and kick you dead in your ass

You wanna roll but see I roll harder

And like a bucket with a hole in it, your ass can’t hold water

Get off my nuts, build your name instead

‘cause like a hooper who tore his ACL, your game is dead

Now how come fools always worrying about what’s on your mind?

Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind

I’ma tell you hoes this one more time

You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine

How come fools always worrying about what’s on your mind?

Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind

I’ma tell you hoes this one more time

You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine