Find a Way
Find A way to make it out I'll find a way
Breaking all the rules that's how imma play
In tuned, feel your energy from a mile away
I'm fluent with this paper watch it pile away
Just you I ain't fuckin' off fuckin' off nah
Flash out before I let a nigga take me off yea
Can't back down
It's a cold cold world
We gonna get what we deserve
It ain't no more, ain't no more
Worrying
Ain't no more, ain't no more
It ain't no more, ain't no more
Worrying
It ain't no more, ain't no more
Nah it ain't no more, ain't no more ain't
Two summers back to back, I've been popping shit
Tell me what's the hold up, you know what time it is
I've been up I can't relax a nigga turned up to the max
I've been held it down since a jit and you know that's a fact
Wake up, everyday new hatter
Fuck it imma keep going in, salt never phased us
Made a whole lot of cash out the hallway no raider
Move around we're playing it smart if they try to raid us
Middle fingers up screaming fuck you pay us
Made it off of luck I'm just thinking how I came up
Gonna have to pardon we just stepped off in the party with them tools
Get it started heard he talking down you know I got to do it
Find A way to make it out I'll find a way
Breaking all the rules that's how imma play
In tuned, feel your energy from a mile away
I'm fluent with this paper watch it pile away
Just you I ain't fuckin' off fuckin' off nah
Flash out before I let a nigga take me off yea
Can't back down
It's a cold cold world
We gonna get what we deserve
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
Ain't no more ain't no more
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
It ain't no more ain't no more
Where I start
Rolling up my gars
I can see far but I'm reaching for the stars
Pops on the phone told m keep going hard
We just granny know she watching from a far
She I'm having my shit together
Kept it strong through any weather
Gangsta she a gangsta go anywhere can't tame her
All about my paper ain't got that see you later
Right off the sleeve with this shit I can't make it up
Piecing the work, shake it up
Ian going for you taking nothing
Swear this shit don't make sense how you in the trap and don't make nothing
Go get the loot we get the scoop we gone slide through
I'm just doing me I see other niggas tryna do what I do
Find A way to make it out I'll find a way
Breaking all the rules that's how imma play
In tuned, feel your energy from a mile away
I'm fluent with this paper watch it pile away
Just you I ain't fuckin' off fuckin' off nah
Flash out before I let a nigga take me off yea
Can't back down
It's a cold cold world
We gonna get what we deserve
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
Ain't no more ain't no more
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
It ain't no more ain't no more
No more
No more
It ain't no (huh)
No more
No more
It ain't no (huh)
No more
No more
It ain't no (huh)
No more
No more
It ain't no
We go back to back I'm telling you this ain't nothing you want to play with
Ain't no tic for tack ain't doing nothing on no internet, you silly
We don't get into that, want smoke we gone get rid of that, got plenty
I ain't fucking with these niggas they be pigs call then guinea (12)
Breaking all the rules that's how imma play
In tuned, feel your energy from a mile away
I'm fluent with this paper watch it pile away
Just you I ain't fuckin' off fuckin' off nah
Flash out before I let a nigga take me off yea
Can't back down
It's a cold cold world
We gonna get what we deserve
It ain't no more, ain't no more
Worrying
Ain't no more, ain't no more
It ain't no more, ain't no more
Worrying
It ain't no more, ain't no more
Nah it ain't no more, ain't no more ain't
Two summers back to back, I've been popping shit
Tell me what's the hold up, you know what time it is
I've been up I can't relax a nigga turned up to the max
I've been held it down since a jit and you know that's a fact
Wake up, everyday new hatter
Fuck it imma keep going in, salt never phased us
Made a whole lot of cash out the hallway no raider
Move around we're playing it smart if they try to raid us
Middle fingers up screaming fuck you pay us
Made it off of luck I'm just thinking how I came up
Gonna have to pardon we just stepped off in the party with them tools
Get it started heard he talking down you know I got to do it
Find A way to make it out I'll find a way
Breaking all the rules that's how imma play
In tuned, feel your energy from a mile away
I'm fluent with this paper watch it pile away
Just you I ain't fuckin' off fuckin' off nah
Flash out before I let a nigga take me off yea
Can't back down
It's a cold cold world
We gonna get what we deserve
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
Ain't no more ain't no more
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
It ain't no more ain't no more
Where I start
Rolling up my gars
I can see far but I'm reaching for the stars
Pops on the phone told m keep going hard
We just granny know she watching from a far
She I'm having my shit together
Kept it strong through any weather
Gangsta she a gangsta go anywhere can't tame her
All about my paper ain't got that see you later
Right off the sleeve with this shit I can't make it up
Piecing the work, shake it up
Ian going for you taking nothing
Swear this shit don't make sense how you in the trap and don't make nothing
Go get the loot we get the scoop we gone slide through
I'm just doing me I see other niggas tryna do what I do
Find A way to make it out I'll find a way
Breaking all the rules that's how imma play
In tuned, feel your energy from a mile away
I'm fluent with this paper watch it pile away
Just you I ain't fuckin' off fuckin' off nah
Flash out before I let a nigga take me off yea
Can't back down
It's a cold cold world
We gonna get what we deserve
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
Ain't no more ain't no more
It ain't no more ain't no more
Worrying
It ain't no more ain't no more
No more
No more
It ain't no (huh)
No more
No more
It ain't no (huh)
No more
No more
It ain't no (huh)
No more
No more
It ain't no
We go back to back I'm telling you this ain't nothing you want to play with
Ain't no tic for tack ain't doing nothing on no internet, you silly
We don't get into that, want smoke we gone get rid of that, got plenty
I ain't fucking with these niggas they be pigs call then guinea (12)
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Writer(s): Montavius Whitsey
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