Get Away ft. Rambro the Bexgawd Lyrics

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K

I'm from the city of stolen cars and banging hard

Jersey fried done gave niggaz a bunch of scars

Took a lot of lives tho, I put that on my god

A snack box more fatal than a rival charge

Ya'll know rules when you damu and he got the blues

You out slippin, you got a warrant, so you left the tool

You better hope that, you the one that god choose

Or be the next statistic on the evening news

Even tho you a gangster you better tread softly

I offered a lot of salats to get the devil off me

Karma looking for my name as it glance the checklist

A whole bunch of consequences due to acting reckless

I hope when my boy hear this, he'll get the message

The weakest nigga in the room, can bring your death wish

From the womb to the tomb, I won't be a peasant

A whole bunch of chains and jewels keep you in the present

They lock you up for that shit

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K

I tread lightly i'm focus, ain't none like me

Years I done sat in that cell, aint one write me

All them years that I sat in that jail, not one nike

That's a check-in, as soon as this record done who wanna fight me

I'm a southpaw, but dominant righty

You go through drama just like me

I hate her boyfriend so my momma dislike me

Her life's a whirlwind and still don't excite me

I got a girlfriend, so bitches despise me, tryna get right beside me

I need space, I chop a brick like karate, so i can hand you one

Sort of like what what Miyagi did with Danielson

I'm living through depression but I handle some

Searching for direction but the gps broke and my sandals done

I walk to my own beat, you up in that zone three

I'm taking these clear shots, these xerox they clone me

Niggaz fake and they phony, you never heard of that

The time you paid for fifty and got thirty back

Fuck around and turn into a murder wrap

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K

Should I leave or should i stay, the thoughts of a get away

But I can't leave, I gotta stay, another shell in the K