Chorus: Akinyele 
  
 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 
  
 [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'ma 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 seperated 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 
  
 Chorus 
  
 [Akinyele] 
 I'm ready to get up on a scam trip 
 The I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip! 
 First I need a crackhead with a credit card 
 So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car 
 Just make sure that it's black 
 And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back 
 I'm goin one deep, in the driver's seat 
 Throwin the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for beef 
 I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit 
 of HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREET 
 Cool, I got the keys to the CAR 
 Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up 
 on the TAR, I'm out to get money real FAR 
 I hear my moms voice, {singing} "I'm wishin on a star!!" 
 But I got to go far ma! {sing} "But I could wonder where you are!" 
 On the streets just DELIVERIN, packages 
 so I can just relax and get some type of LIVIN 
 Think that it is when it ISN'T 
 Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein GIVEN 
 Man, like heck, and when I get back 
 I'ma rip up them welfare checks 
 I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up late 
 My job's located outta state 
  
 Chorus 
  
 [Akinyele] 
 I reached my destiny and my goal 
 I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol 
 If everything goes well I'm in it to win it 
 I'm tryin to find a hotel so I can rest up for a minute 
 A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns 
 fear me up and down cause they really don't know me 
 But all my hits, I see them scopin out the clip 
 They wanna get open, I can let shit rip! 
 Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks 
 Step into my house made of bricks 
 My man gave me work, home on credit 
 You think that I'm comin back? Tch, black he can forget it 
 Cause I got moves to BAKE, no time to be FAKE 
 Bad enough gotta watch out for a SNAKE called JAKE 
 Money nonstop, kept in the hush 
 At twelve o'clock, I'ma catch, huh, the midnight bus 
 And watch the dough flow like water 
 I'm not Taco Bell but hell I'ma make a run for the border 
 I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone 
 A calling card number, so I could phone home 
 to let my people know my mission went great 
 on my great escape to outta state 
  
 Rest in peace to my little brother Donnie Boy 
 Rest in peace to my man Rakim 
 Rest in peace to my man, named Understanding 
 Rest in peace, umm, to Atiba 
 Rest in peace to my man Wilson from Exena Street 
 Rest in peace, to all my other peeps 
 Also rest in peace, to my man T-Bone 
 You know I ain't forget you 
 Yeah yeah, and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm.. 
 and I'm.. and I'm OUT!! *echoes