Outlaw Shit (feat. Walyon Jennings & Yelawolf)

She said storms'll never last

So I'm lookin' out the window like, when's it gonna pass?

I need some cash, I did the math, it keeps endin' in subtraction

Is it fate or just the laws of attraction?

I'll never know, pa's tracks, fast lane, cocaine dealer

Tryna ease this pain with these painkillers

I don't want my soul to be stained to obtain my wealth

I couldn't learn from his mistakes, I had to make 'em myself

And I ain't never been scared, but reality is frightening

My three year old daughter's name came from my indictments

Like a VH1 story with a hard ending

Shit, I'm serving a life sentence and I still got a charge pending

Seems like everywhere I go now, they watchin'

Hidin' this pain in my eyes behind Versace's

Can't sleep, I'm too busy chasin' dreams

And the Feds sent a posse down like I ain't never seen, yeah

Don't you think this outlaw shit

Has gotten out of hand?

What started out to be a joke

Uh-huh, uh-huh

The law don't understand

They don't understand, uh-uh

I've always been crazy but it helped me from goin' insane

I grew up thinkin' it's part of the game

Them outlaw's always taught me bad guys were the fed's

Don't get high on your supply, your brain will look like eggs

In a skillet, yeah, can you feel it?

Forget it, 80's baby, crack era, that's how I'ma get it

Fresh up outta jail, new plan, new man

But I can't seem to change who I am, I'm a hustler

I been runnin' for so long from them boys

I can't go to sleep without the noise

Television's on, forty by my head

Layin' on the couch while my shawty's in the bed

If I stay awake till five, I'll probably sell another ounce

Shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce

Hear their tires hit the gravel, how they know I'm back at it?

Little girl lookin', "Daddy why you in the attic?"

I'm hidin'

Don't you think this outlaw shit

Has gotten out of hand?

What started out to be a joke

The law don't understand, no

But it's a beautiful view but when we're lookin' down

From this high over snow capped mountains

Dope boys, crimson dyed, don't give my mama black roses

I gotta gun, but I'm not strong enough to hold it

Crimson dyed, a broken record for a token

Pay a silver dollar for another crime story

But when you're lookin' down from this high

And I just made it to the clouds

And it'll be a while before I hit the ground, let's go

Takin' freedom from me now

Would be like takin' water from the nile

'Cause the river still flows from a story that a dam couldn't hold

Alright grandpa, it's your turn

Don't you think this outlaw shit

Has gotten out of hand?

What started out to be a joke

The law don't understand