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Homie went from catch and tag to catchin' cases Couple kiss and dirty guns in mama's basement Soul cousin told and he got complacent 'Nother talent gone, just lost and wasted Streets is cold than a bitch forever Still homies like to take the trip together Still homies like to sell you bricks together But I just wanna do music, get my shit together Well, I I'm just tryna stay out the way (I'm just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way (Yeah, I'm just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way Yeah, fuck you too and have a bad day I'm just tryna stay out the way (Just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way (Yeah, I'm just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way Yeah, fuck you too and have a bad day Yeah, my man just came home from the feds, yo Just did ten And my other homie just went the fuck in, yo So I'm tryna stay out the way I'm tryna stay out the way, you got people tellin' now I'm just tryna stay out the bullshit, yo I'm tryna stay away from the drama I'm tryna stay away from that street shit I just wanna create and do what the fuck I do, yo If everybody wrong out here, boy, who the fuck is right? You could lose your mind out here, boy, you could lose your life I'm just tryna stay out the way (Yeah, I'm just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way (Yeah, I'm just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way Yeah, fuck you too and have a bad day I'm just tryna stay out the way (Just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way (Yeah, I'm just tryna stay out the way) I'm just tryna stay out the way Yeah, fuck you too and have a bad day I was sixteen when I first got caught At the rate I was doing the ecstasy When my friend got caught with some drugs in the bay If the feds switchin' up, then I know he'll snitch Caught my first case, now everybody wanna switch I got too many friends showing me fake love I've seen too much, I've seen enough Got too much enemies Bitch, you know I don't fear my enemies And if you're friends with my enemies Consider yourself dead to me now I don't dial 911 (No) I don't dial 911 (No) I don't dial 911 (No) I don't dial 911 Everybody wrong out here, boy, who the fuck is right? You could lose your mind out here, yeah, you could lose your life Yeah Slime 50 Ayy In the kitchen and I'm water whippin' I'm in the foreign, I ain't in no Civic (Foreign) I hit the scene and then we go ballistics (Ayy) I'm in the trap and I'm totin' that pistol I'm street smart, so you better listen (Yeah) Every day, yeah, I'm on a mission (50) In the street, man, you'd think I'm pitchin' Had a turn, now I'm pain shippin' I hit the block, then that TEC spittin' Foreign bitch, she a bad vixen (Foreign) New trap, now that's new digits (Yeah) I'm Rich Slime, I got rich bitches (Rich Slime) Yeah, I only with fuck rich bitches And I'm only totin' new glizzies Blue hundreds, these some blue Nipseys Extended on it, yeah, I got extensions (On God) Free the gang, nigga, free the henchmens (Yeah) You know I rock, I feel like Hendrix Hoppin' out them vans, but I'm not Kendrick I be on that lean, yeah, I stay twisted (Lean) Automatic shit, man, it get drastic JP, it get Jurassic Rich Slime, know we brackin' Body bag, body drop, homicide, he in the casket Pull up, I'm in the Aston Shootin' scenes like I'm casting Yeah, I been tellin' you, know 'bout that action Yeah, every day, I'm drippin' in that fashion (Drip) Automatic stick and that shit blastin' Like I'm Randy Moss, how I stay catchin' When I'm rockin' Bape, it's that Wayne jacket (Bape) I be on the block and I stay brackin' (Ayy) All my niggas, throw them in a straitjacket (Ooh) .357 so you can't track it
Writer(s): Idris Vicuna, William Hose, Eric Carlos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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