Oak - Terrell Morris, Free n Losh, BASECAMP

Yeah

One of a kind

I’m, nothing like them don’t you block up my lines

Telling me who I sound like and who you think that I fall in line — with

Pay you no mind

I can’t afford it, my money my time

I don’t have much of it I spend it wise

But it’s nice to know that I’m all on your mind

You’re not on mine, no that’s not just a rhyme

You are not on my mind

You’re not in my shoes, we are not the same size

Your prescription do not match up with mines

You cannot see through my eyes

You don’t know if these are lies

And you just don’t get it, I’m not in your business

Bitch stay out of mine

Stay from my people and stay from places

Just stay on your side

Stay from my sequel, you stuck in my prequel

Don’t fuck up my vibe

Don’t you start playin offside

Don’t make the ting an on sight

Don’t you start blingin my line

That mean one thing in my mind and I don’t want that thing from your kind

No

They tryna get wit us before we go reachin our prime

No

No compromising won’t listen to reason or rhyme

I cannot see what’s outside

Don’t know the season outside

I tend to leave who’s outside

Fuck your opinion

Good luck wit your people, just keep out my life

HOOK

Stupid stranger

Juvenile

Dumb delinquent

Overlookin, underthinkin

I don’t fuck wit you, no not at all

If they fuck wit you I’m not involved

Still don’t fuck wit you, you just a

Waste of water

Easy target

Future fuck up

Run in the road and use your luck up

We don’t fuck wit you, no not at all

Still don’t fuck wit you, no not at all

We was chillin in the parking lot

I don’t drive it’s the lot outside

I don’t even got a parking spot

But its more about a space than a spot

Where the niggas just spark it, yaap

Outside my apartment, yaap

Ain’t nobody tryna start shit

‘less Dre wanna get his ass knocked talkin shit about my chick again

Liftin the spliff to my lip as I think about my chick again

Rye with the ice

It feel nice but don’t make me no wiser, I’m lit

I got the fire you dim

Misfit delinquent do limericks in rhythm

They like what I bring

I put my life in this thing

I give you life when I sing

Don’t trust the hype that they bring

Cool wit the coolest among us

I know the truest among us

You should be used to the others

I’m not your usual brother

I’m an unusual number

Song that I sing is a tune from the gutters

Truth is I grew from the gutters

Rules they was useless among us

Coolin among us

You ain’t with no one I know

How you get into my section

You just been bummin my brews

You ain’t bring nuttin to smoke

You never put in no dough

I saw you cut up some coke, offer your hoe

Who brought they mans to the function

Why he been feelin so bold

HOOK

We won’t fuck wit you, you just a…