Everybody I know around my way still der watiting for a miracle to pass dem by, most of dem are known drug dealers I know them well, that's the only way I know to survive, cause it's the way to get by, if I had a choice aside this life god knows I'll try to get away
From the project porch with piss on it, to the drop top porsche I'm getting money ya of course I'm pissin off my old homies, shitting on my old bitch, they think I owe em something, I ain't givin em nothin pay em no mind, where da f*ck was you when I was locked up, nigga never mind I bounced back, quarter ounce, couple stacks where the whip at, I stood on my own two, hundrer carrat around my neck got me acting brand new, who is you, f*ck you pay me, blood money union 2 pistols hate me please,
They say the top feel so much better than the bottom, to tell the truth nigga mo money mo problems like big say I'm quoting that, I hate to hear that nigga say I dimished rap still in the trap ringtone money went and bought a gang of crack tell them niggas that I'm back we about to pump from corner to corner blood money union 2 pistols the owner murk city what it is still got it for the lo even tho I got songs with my nigga Lo cheap cheap prices on the elbow 4 and a half quarter keys nigga come grab
2 Pistols - Get Away Lyrics
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Everybody I know around my way still der watiting for a miracle to pass dem by, most of dem are known drug dealers I know them well, that's the only way I know to survive, cause it's the way to get by, if I had a choice aside this life god knows I'll try to get away
From the project porch with piss on it, to the drop top porsche I'm getting money ya of course I'm pissin off my old homies, shitting on my old bitch, they think I owe em something, I ain't givin em nothin pay em no mind, where da f*ck was you when I was locked up, nigga never mind I bounced back, quarter ounce, couple stacks where the whip at, I stood on my own two, hundrer carrat around my neck got me acting brand new, who is you, f*ck you pay me, blood money union 2 pistols hate me please,
They say the top feel so much better than the bottom, to tell the truth nigga mo money mo problems like big say I'm quoting that, I hate to hear that nigga say I dimished rap still in the trap ringtone money went and bought a gang of crack tell them niggas that I'm back we about to pump from corner to corner blood money union 2 pistols the owner murk city what it is still got it for the lo even tho I got songs with my nigga Lo cheap cheap prices on the elbow 4 and a half quarter keys nigga come grab
From the project porch with piss on it, to the drop top porsche I'm getting money ya of course I'm pissin off my old homies, shitting on my old bitch, they think I owe em something, I ain't givin em nothin pay em no mind, where da f*ck was you when I was locked up, nigga never mind I bounced back, quarter ounce, couple stacks where the whip at, I stood on my own two, hundrer carrat around my neck got me acting brand new, who is you, f*ck you pay me, blood money union 2 pistols hate me please,
They say the top feel so much better than the bottom, to tell the truth nigga mo money mo problems like big say I'm quoting that, I hate to hear that nigga say I dimished rap still in the trap ringtone money went and bought a gang of crack tell them niggas that I'm back we about to pump from corner to corner blood money union 2 pistols the owner murk city what it is still got it for the lo even tho I got songs with my nigga Lo cheap cheap prices on the elbow 4 and a half quarter keys nigga come grab