No One Gets Away

Walking up the street, real quick on my feet
Walking real fast cuz I was carrying a fat stash
Paranoid ass fuck
When I heard a loud "pop" I quickly ducked
It was just an old pickup truck
So I carried on and I began to walk
A man waved at me saying, "Do you have time to talk?"
"Don't bother!"
But he grabbed me by my collar
I thought it was a dad that had caught me with his daughter
"Empty your jacket, put everything on the floor, refuse and you won't be living anymore!"
He saw the cash, grabbed the stash, turned around began to dash
I couldn't allow myself to be robbed by some trash
I started to chase
With intentions to waste
Disregarding individuals that saw me in haste
Just like Jackie Chan
I hopped and I ran
Jumping over obstacles I never knew I can
I gotta get back what is mine
You'll never get away messing with my dollar signs

No one gets away messing with my dollar signs
No one gets away messing with my dollar signs

I quickly caught up
An excuse he thought up
Thinking it would bring mercy upon his mistake
But you fucked up!
Now it's your life I want to take
But I'm not here to decide your fucking fate
Just give me my shit, and I'll be on my way
"Oh here, you dropped this by the way"
Now that's just a warning
Next time your family will be dressed in black and mourning
So think twice
You're lucky I'm feeling nice
Or else you'd be praying for Jesus fucking Christ
I'm usually alone, but never outnumbered
I strike so fast like getting hit by thunder
I'm only skin and bones, so you fucking think
I'll have you on the floor before you even fucking blink
I hate having to commit crimes
But no one gets away messing with my dollar signs

No one gets away messing with my dollar signs
No one gets away messing with my dollar signs



Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Tapia-huerta
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