Part Ways Lyrics

Yea

Bou

If I'm not mistaken there was rules to the block

Now all these suckas getting passes like it's cool to be hot

Make a move on a opp it used to be shoot or be shot

Why all these women and children still gettin put in a box?

Man it's crazy what people willing to do for your spot

Got me asking lil brother how many rugers in stock

Wanna see me act a fool want me to lose what I got?

But I refuse to let these goofies trick me out of my spot

Rather sign to the Roc than letting nine out the glock

Writing rhymes on a yacht and not doing time in a box

I'll see them lights in due-timing I been aligning them dots

I took my losses in silence ain't no rewinding the clock

But when I heard the gunshots hit the side of the whip

Everyday I had that metal on the side of my hip

My nigga blessed hope you understand your life is a gift

And I was down to gamble mine if you decided to trip

I know somebody will sign me if I provided a hit

But I keep rapping bout hustlin how they gon vibe to this shit?

This just the life that I'm living don't to like to lie when I spit

Labels finessing the culture we gotta tighten our grip

Don't need to rap I really hustle I'm just nice with this shit

I get excited every time I put the knife in the brick

Fuck the feds I got the right to get rich

This money give you paranoia man that's why I keep my life out the mix

Started with a dream in them pissy hallways

No one handed us thing had to take the hard way

Focused on the cream now my team we all paid

I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways

Started with a dream in them pissy hallways

No one handed us thing had to take the hard way

Focused on the cream now my team we all paid

I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways

I need to part ways

I miss the hood though

I miss selling my neighbors good dope

Kids coming for guidance like I'm the hood pope

It's sad to say it but death is what brings the hood close

Feel like the only one really giving my hood hope

This we living isn't made for the frail

Out here risking our freedom putting this yay on a scale

I was chasing education still had 12 on my tail

So I was in and outta cells, jail adjacent to hell

Snakes leaving out the grass found a way to the gravel

Let em get a lil close and started hearing the rattle

Had to cut em I don't trust em now it's me and my shadow

Tryna win a bigger war, fuck the neighborhood battles

I wanna get out

Hop in the whip and peel out

Crabs don't want me leaving they aiming to take a wheel out

Seen too many ballin' when all I could do is sit out

Now I'm killin the music like Boubie done put a hit out

Never wanted the fame

Never wanted the credit

All I want is the money the extra shit is a blessing

Really come from that section where roaches is running reckless

And niggas is barely dodging them crooked county corrections

Struggle I can't forget it

Pain already embedded

Losses come with the journey can't ever say I regret em

Geeking to see progression I'm itching to leave them trenches

Grateful I got a dream cause that's what's giving me leverage

Started with a dream in them pissy hallways

No one handed us thing had to take the hard way

Focused on the cream now my team we all paid

I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways

Started with a dream in them pissy hallways

No one handed us thing had to take the hard way

Focused on the cream now my team we all paid

I been caught up in the streets but I need to part ways

I need to part ways