Lyrics Oak - Terrell Morris, Free n Losh, BASECAMP

Oak

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…