Way Out Lyrics

I’m just tryin make a way

Tryin buy a crib where I could walk outside and it’s safe

Old dude wasn’t with it still got shot in his face

I told my momma it’s gone be fine

Think about me when you pray ya

You wasn't with me I was down on my face ya

You want a handout cause I’m balling NBA yeah

Designer holding up the pistol by my waistline

I’m still ducking D's tryna give me fed time

I’m just tryin make a way

Tryin buy a crib where I could walk outside and it’s safe

Old dude wasn’t with it still got shot in his face

I told my momma it’s gone be fine

Think about me when you pray ya

You wasn't with me I was down on my face ya

You want a handout cause I’m balling NBA yeah

Designer holding up the pistol by my waistline

I’m still ducking D's tryna give me fed time

Thank God I beat that case I ducked the federal

I'm still fighting charges they tryna give me federal

They tryna say I been serving that fentanyl

I keep it real I don’t care how you want it though

In my city it get litty don’t get wiggied

Moving iffy keep a blicky it’ll get sticky

Cronem get you gone they don't gotta pop a pilly

My niggas they do this really we ain’t beefing over pussy no

You niggas some pussies though

Smoke em like some cookies cro

I swear that he mad cause she ride me like a rodeo

But I ain’t tripping everywhere I got that forty ooo

Taliban shit nigga I know that I’m about to blow

I’m just tryin make a way

Tryin buy a crib where I could walk outside and it’s safe

Old dude wasn’t with it still got shot in his face

I told my momma it’s gone be fine

Think about me when you pray ya

You wasn't with me I was down on my face ya

You want a handout cause I’m balling NBA yeah

Designer holding up the pistol by my waistline

I’m still ducking D's tryna give me fed time

I’m just tryin make a way

Tryin buy a crib where I could walk outside and it’s safe

Old dude wasn’t with it still got shot in his face

I told my momma it’s gone be fine

Think about me when you pray ya

You wasn't with me I was down on my face ya

You want a handout cause I’m balling NBA yeah

Designer holding up the pistol by my waistline

I’m still ducking D's tryna give me fed time