Bitch I'm outta sight
That whole nine to five wasn't feeling' right
*Grrat*
Yeah, waaah!
That whole nine to five wasn't feeling right
That worthless piece of paper wasn't feeling right
My whole life I had to wait till my time was right
Blowin' up in this rap game got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, bitch I'm outta sight
11 years old rap gods came to me
Sat me down and explained to me
As long as you master this M-I-C
You have no idea how big you 'bout to be
And it came to be, it came to be
Insaine Caine is the man to be
I'm the thing to see, thing to see
Only real motherfuckers can hang with me
With what I've done, what I've seen
Ain't a damn thing you can explain to me
Lived in the streets with nothing
Relying on hustling
First in cuffs, 8 years old
Ward of the court, 12 years old
Dad shot and killed, 4 months old
To this day that case 26 years cold
But I keep it moving, every track I bang keeps provin'
While these other cats be lame n' stay snoozin'
And they wonder why they losin'
Talkin' shit now they cruising
For an Insaine Caine bruising
It'll be a doozy, it'll be a doozy
My life is a movie, Glock 43 will leave yo ass oozin'
That whole nine to five wasn't feeling right
That worthless piece of paper wasn't feeling right
My whole life I had to wait till my time was right
Blowin' up in this rap game got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, bitch I'm outta sight
14 to 20 years old, pounds of weed, quarter keys of blow
I was the shit and I let it show
Beautiful girl by my side for years though
Everybody hit me up I was the weed man
Molly and cocaine on the weekend
Got so stressed slangin' duckin' the police
Started fightin' pushed my girl away slowly
Long story short, I loved and lost
Thats when I took off to the streets and got lost
Went to hell and back, then returned
If It wasn't for music, in hell I would've burned
Hip-hop held me down I'ma hold down hip-hop
Write, produce, mix, master, rap, it dont stop
Fans on Instagram beggin' for my next drop
Smoke so much weed got THC in my dreadlocks
Past years I've been building up
Waiting' for the right time to blow this shit up
I bet my name can make ya girl scream
XXL freshman 2019
Look out, I'ma hit that list no doubt
Real mothafucka I'm 'bout
Google my name, type "Insaine Caine"
See I already got my fame
I don't need your clout
Bitch I'm out
That whole nine to five wasn't feeling right
That worthless piece of paper wasn't feeling right
My whole life I had to wait till my time was right
Blowin' up in this rap game got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, got me feelin' like
Got me feelin' right, bitch I'm outta sight
Got me feelin' like, got me feelin' right
Got me feelin' like, got me feelin' right
That whole nine to five wasn't feelin' right
Got me feelin' like, got me feelin' right
Feelin' like, bitch I'm outta sight
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