Get Out

Tryna get out, mothafucka tryna get out

I be stuck in my mind that shits every day
Seen so many things that I don't know what to say
Feel the pressure building so I gotta mediate
Ima fill my cup then I gotta medicate
I see people in the streets and they acting like some zombies
People pocket watching so I gotta keep a shotty
Riding through the city I just scooped a couple thotties
Name another New Mexican riding in a rarrie
Stuck in the hood all day tryna get out
Gotta keep a pistol only way to fucking live now
People be so jealous they just wanna see you fall down
Feel it when they hear it in this verse ain't no fake sound
This ain't no fake sound
Eating up these rappers you can call that shit a takedown
And no i'm never stopping till i'm last one in the race now
Never stop the grinding till i'm chilling in a lake house

Tryna get out, mothafucka tryna get out

People wanna see you shine but never more than them
But trust me ima be ok i'll cut off all my friends
You ain't ever help me get to where the fuck I am
Where the fuck where you when i didn't have a thing
But ima keep it going till the fat girl sing
You cuffing ugly bitches thats a fat girl ring
Need to buy some property and stop buying this bling
Thats gold around my neck and some gold up in my teeth
Stuck in the hood all day tryna get out
Always standing for my people never see me sit down
World up on my shoulders that shit heavy as a bitch now
They said I couldn't do it but I never took the tip how
Could these people have so much hate in their hearts
Always knew I had what it takes right from the start



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Mozley
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