Hear Me Out - Stakes

Yeah

Hear me out yo

Hear me out yo

Hear me out loud and clear like a preacher

ADHD4K through the speakers

She say she hate me but she yelling go deeper

Shakira waist but her back Onika Minaj

Face Zendaya, feeling like I’m sleeping under the stars

She wanna stay up talking feelings

I feel I can’t be arsed

I need to lay up for the weekend off a xan and a half

Cause you know I beat it up, Stella Artois

My bitch was fat, now she thin

She got off her ass

This shit I smash

I come in, leave her in a cast

Crazy, I pace back and forth like gym class

Told the bitch I dont want none, Sister Act

She know, I wanna fuck not cuddle

Wait bro, yeah I’m in my duffle

And we put our money together, watch that shit double

Got big blunts

Power puff, we blow bubbles

You in trouble thought he’d make it to the sixth round

The bell not even rang and he saying he got to sit down

Cousin ran up and you like, wait bro, hear me out

Bao, bao, bao, bao, bao, you can’t hear now

You can’t hear now

We what they fear now

They shed a tear now

Yeah, they seem sincere now

Hear me out loud and clear like a preacher

ADHD4K through the speakers

She say she hate me but she yelling go deeper

Shakira waist but her back Onika Minaj

Face Zendaya, feeling like I’m sleeping under the stars

She wanna stay up talking feelings

I feel I can’t be arsed

I need to lay up for the weekend off a xan and a half

Cause you know I beat it up, Stella Artois

I can still remember

Trying to touch the road

On the way to see a girl with a dozen roses

Now my sights are set on venues with a hundred rows

And I tell the girls to let it go like I was up in Frozen

Derozan, never miss with the hits

Antetekounmpo, I get hummus you bitch

I’ma hit a triple double, not a lick of assist

We be bringing round your sister, we be telling her strip

When I was a youngin' they said chill, let Christopher spit

I had a romance with the mic, we would kiss on the lips

When I was younger I would reminisce on living all rich

And now I’m old and got some money, I just think with my dick

Touching road with a baddy on the side

She only wear stiletto, she a ballerina type

Hit the after party, send the addy and I’ll slide

Mustang in the garage, we in the Caddy for the night

Got too many options

Got freak hoes when I’m out in Compton

Getting cream with the team out in Boston

Get the champagne ready cause we poppin

I got a nine millimeter in my back pocket

I’m going on a trip to hit a bitch with a rocket

Don’t wanna see me when I aim and I cock it

Best believe that I’m going for your socket

Carpe Noctem, I gotta be in your top ten

When I pop in, I drive the boat I cannot swim

Got no options, I’m great, tell me how could I not win

Need some raw shit from Stakes and Kenny you got them

Hip-hop twins like Brad Jordan in 1991

Or like Gamera fuckin up a small city I’m having fun

While demolishing any beat you put in front of me

Fall in defeat at my feet, respect me or you get sent out to Coventry

Shout out to my British niggas know y’all hoes in love with the

Five nine shit starter but my heart is eight foot three

Saving the sacred key, no vacancies for wack rap niggas

Three’s a muthafuckin' crowd so get out, Jack Trippers

Damn I hit the stu like Brian Griffin

Baby rap different

Lying about the bodies in your verse

I guess you cap niggas

Oh I see you step in in your purse

You in your bag nigga

I’ll put you out on the strip

Go show your ass nigga

Yeah I said I’m back, though I ain’t never been backdoored

It’s a nightmare when them niggas in attack mode

Labels want a nap, they should pick me like afros

Balling like we the Astros, no love for you assholes

Take these bitches down, I led the league in tackles

Comin agg with the mag they should have me in shackles

Cross me one time, I get your chess like castles

Shit hot like a bottle of Tabasco

Rappers never get even, I rap this shit for a reason

You rap about beef, I’d rather rap bout a vegan

Who just started this evening, who don’t like what they eating

Asking is this shit seasoned

Kind of like you when you rapping and I mean it

It’s getting hotter, check the heat, check the climate

It be dotted on the sheet when I sign it

They can not stop me, I don’t need be reminded

Bitch I get under their skin, ultraviolet

I get violent, plates are flying, babies crying

The Mayans warned us of the day I’m arriving

I go Sean de Paul, baby girl dutty wining

Cause she know bout sliding down the pole like she a fireman

I’m a tyrant in early days I inspire them

Then it’s a genocide, bring back the sirens

Freddy chopper got a dick, chicks in Thailand

You gon' pay for the pussy, Miss Saigon

See me and Stew were speaking the other day and discussing

He told me about a time

Before she ever had me busting

I said can I bring Stakes

And she said yuck that’s disgusting