Outro (CC2)

[Intro] These dumb niggas be tapping in at like over twenty five and shit The whole point is to get this money and leave the game man Stupid ass niggas fam [Chorus] I'm tapped out, I don’t know who got stabbed I don't know who got shot, I don't know who got grabbed Fam I’m tapped out, I don't know about that life I don't know who's got packs, I don't know what's the price Fam I'm tapped out, I don't follow no one I don’t know bout no gossip, I’d rather holla my mum Fam I'm tapped out, I ain’t chilling on the corners I'm in the park pushing on a swing with my daughters [Verse] They thought cause I stopped trapping that I can't write Tell them crabs "I don't give a fuck what happened last night" Old niggas reminiscing cah that’s all they can do Time flies, my little niggas make sure that ain't you He's scared to get a job but he might as well Ain't cool being thirty suttin doing time in jail Nowadays I'd be in the type of party where you ain't gotta watch your back And you know I still got my strap cocked in new yards, I ain't buying chains Woulda slapped a couple A&R's up but I'm tryna change I ain't on the strip, I'm usually in the studio rapping Or directing a movie or acting Locked in the booth, copped a new whip Dropped off the roof plus I'm doing workshops for the youth Every time I saw feds it made me panic Now I don't even litter, I'm team save the planet Too old to be running from the undies I ain't tryna run the hood, I gave it to my young G's They thought I'd be trapping on the block forever Zino Records is the new Roc-A-Fella Remember when the strip was my office Ain't no workers round me, I got a clique full of bosses Don't call my phone for grub cah I don't flip packs And if you get robbed I can't get your shit back cah I'm [Chorus] I'm tapped out, I don't know who got stabbed I don't know who got shot, I don't know who got grabbed Fam I'm tapped out, I don't know about that life I don't know who's got packs, I don't know what's the price Fam I'm tapped out, I don't follow no one I don't know bout no gossip, I'd rather holla my mum Fam I'm tapped out, I ain't chilling on the corners I'm in the park pushing on a swing with my daughters