Lyrics Stay Out Mine - K Rino

Stay Out Mine

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