Outta State Akinyele

[Intro: Large Professor]
Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real!

[Chorus]
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state, man
I got all my life to live
And I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state

[Verse 1: Akinyele]
Ak to the Nel to the LE, I'm tryin hard as hell
To pick my future before my future picks me
Twenty-one years of AGE, not with minimum WAGE
Don't ever seem like I'mma get paid rhymin on the STAGE
College, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here
I don't seem to meet financial aid requirements
Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out?
Seems like I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid
At home the vibes don't feel right
My parents keep lookin at me as if I'm some type of parasite
My moms separated from her spouse
The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house
That means gettin off my ASS, makin immediate CASH
That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic CAST
I get road maps, learned the interstate
Shit I'm headed out state to make papes; man