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Bethel Music - Out The Gym Lyrics

Out The Gym Song Lyrics
Out The Gym by Bethel Music Blev

I became accustomed
Eating these beats like I'm sitting at a luncheon
b**ch don't rush me
Roll enough weed til a nigga don't function
I been in the dungeon
Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus
sh*t is disgusting, uhh
Flows gon' hit like a million punches
What if sh*t paid off? I ain't never take one goddamn day off
4 to 9 got laid off
Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up

I been tryna maintain through the madness, the average, the dream of the lavish
Living like a nigga never had no limitations
I was tryna make it to another destination
Had to tell them motherf**kers, set they reservations
Nigga hot, more ventilation
But the temperature is rising up
The vision bright, it might blind you but
I ain't never been inclined by much, I'm a diamond bruh
Soft silk in the lining of
A cadillac I push it farther than
Gods or men, a lane that you never been in
Looking timid with your vision, I can tell you pretend
A tentative stance, your chance to last, it been grim
Attempt to grasp it all, really beyond them
The writing's been on the wall to read but y'all skim
Didn't attain it overnight my nigga, I been here
The [?], the one that you're never convincing
These flows of no conviction, got a cold addiction
I been on a soldiers mission, I'm opposed to the contradictions and the consequences
All that sh*t is non-essential, tell them motherf**kers check the credentials
Nigga we ain't living in suspension, had to fix the Wi-Fi connection
Got a nigga feeling resurrected, my god

I became accustomed
Eating these beats like I'm sitting at a luncheon
b**ch don't rush me
Roll enough weed til a nigga don't function
I been in the dungeon
Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus
sh*t is disgusting, uhh
Flows gon' hit like a million punches
What if sh*t paid off? I ain't never take one goddamn day off
4 to 9 got laid off
Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up

Can't sell my soul for the fame, brought an umbrella with me for the rain
Can't change for the change, got a little bit of that and I stayed the same
I was in the basement, tryna make it happen, I ain't had no resource
f**ked up decor, hiding like a decoy, I was on a mission like the plan Ghost Recon
Dealing with the narcissists, I never worked with the novices
I'm tapped into where my conscience is
Elevated to a level where you can't exist
Breathe rare air sittin' in the seat I sit
So what I miss?
They lost in the fog, the mist
Some monster sh*t, the sickest in the syndicate
The scent of this'll send 'em on cerebral trips
They play the blame game, got your mind playing tricks
I gotta maintain, aim shoot, I can't miss
Then I reload, no repetitive sh*t
And I been ahead of the mix
Anonymous, I know it is what it is
Only so many f**ks to give, it's

I became accustomed
Eating these beats like I'm sitting at a luncheon
b**ch don't rush me
Roll enough weed til a nigga don't function
I been in the dungeon
Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus
sh*t is disgusting, uhh
Flows gon' hit like a million punches
What if sh*t paid off? I ain't never take one goddamn day off
4 to 9 got laid off
Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
Running like a madman, running like a madman
Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up