Look Out - Erick Sermon, Twon Gabz

I see plots under disguises, lies under toned in the tone

Of another grown man like damn what the fuck he on?!

Child’s Play and like Chucky’s clone

Good fortune moved out his house, so his luck is gone

Frontin like nothin’s wrong, that’s who I’m lookin out for

Niggas grillin me like they livin and cookin outdoors

So I’m keepin my mouth closed and my eyes wide

Come at me get that beef pattie like five guys

Y’all cakes is soft flakes Raisin Brand

My phrase is make a man take a stand Doc Frankenstand

It’s the weirdest science, it’s clear defiance

Eat up the cats like lions, they fear alliance

Niggas look at the stars, wishin they had cars

But ain’t no genies in the bottle only cush in jars

They look at ours, and compare with there’s

Ballin out over here don’t meanin missin hairs

There grimey catch me if you find me

I walk with a rear view mirror to see behind me

That’s not paranoia that’s bein alert

It separates from bein alive to bein in dirt

Huh!

You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!»)

Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!»)

Wait!

Hold up what’s that?!

(«LOOK OUT!»)

Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!»)

Huh!

You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!»)

Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!»)

Wait!

Hold up what’s that?!

(«LOOK OUT!»)

Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!»)

Huh!

Everyday I wake up Twon it’s good news

I feel dynamite like I’m Tom or Cruise

OOOH!

I do’s it (HOW COME?) The best could

Mr. International you see me on Westwood

London I’m there on a first class ticket

I’m a star, 'cause that’s how Beckett I kick it

The band and yeah, I’m runnin rapid

Access is granted so I’m takin advantage, damnit

Yeah!

I’m underrated (Uh!)

I’m important like when life was created by God when he made it

Yeah!

You a loser I am the future

Even though, I’m the past I’m the future

Still that producer, makin that Elroy Jetson (Uh Huh!)

The next shit, can’t you hear this perfection

Feel my aggression nigga

I’m hungry, great depression nigga

Twenty pounds gone I changed my whole figure

Jesus piece around your neck and you a killer

UMMM!!!

Go figure

Yeah!

You keep sayin you a gangsta?!

Please!

You a saint, and doin you would be a Drew Brees

Huh!

You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!»)

Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!»)

Wait!

Hold up what’s that?!

(«LOOK OUT!»)

Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!»)

Huh!

You got that bread watch your back («LOOK OUT!»)

Niggas, wish they had what you got («LOOK OUT!»)

Wait!

Hold up what’s that?!

(«LOOK OUT!»)

Homey you better («LOOK OUT!») Don’t let 'em catch you like («AHHHHHHH!!!»)