Safe Route

Tapekid (uh, oh)

Risked my life, I found a safer route
I'm in the booth until I make it, uh (booth until I make it)
Put it in, and don't wanna take it out
I just wanna leave it in you, baby, uh (leave it in you, baby)
Selling bowls until I make it out
I'm somewhere trapping where it's vacant, uh (trapping where it's vacant)
Dropping bags, just tryna get shit gone
I swear the trenches drive me crazy, uh (trenches drive me crazy)

All this guap, I might just drop the top off
Of that four-door coupe Mercedes (four-door coupe Mercedes)
Brand-new Prezi sitting on my left wrist
Bust down Carti for my lady, uh (bust down Carti for my lady)
Hit the show, you know I'm rocking out
We got choppas like the Navy, uh (choppas like the Navy)
Switch my flow, they try to copy now, I make it hard to imitate me

Rollie my wrist, all my opps they be broke as a bitch
I'ma go grab that Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
200 bowls once they come in, I break down the load
'Cause I'm going to get it gone in a week (gone in a week)
Hatin' on me, once I wake up, I'm poppin' my shit
I just made me some racks in my sleep (racks in my sleep)
Flyer than jet, when I walk out, I'm fresh as a bitch
All this mud in my cup got me gone (uh)

Uh, all this mud in my cup got me gone (got me gone)
I just dirtied my Sprite, what a hell of a night
I just might put her name in my song (might put her name in my song)
You look good in that dress, but I'm taking it off in the Maybach, can't wait 'til we home
I done put shit to rest, foul him out, call the ref
Don't disturb me when I'm in my zone

Call me crazy, but I need you baby
When I'm high off Perkies, and I'm feeling alone
Millions coming, and I can feel it now and I'ma hit the top
I feel that shit in my bone
Rap don't work then I'ma hit the trap
I grab a thousand packs and run up racks on the phone
Pour up Wocky, hear my soda pop
Even when I'm on the clock, I still get high as a drone

Risked my life, I found a safer route
I'm in the booth until I make it, uh (booth until I make it)
Put it in, and don't wanna take it out
I just wanna leave it in you, baby, uh (leave it in you, baby)
Selling bowls until I make it out
I'm somewhere trapping where it's vacant, uh (trapping where it's vacant)
Dropping bags, just tryna get shit gone
I swear the trenches drive me crazy, uh (trenches drive me crazy)

All this guap, I might just drop the top off
Of that four-door coupe Mercedes (four-door coupe Mercedes)
Brand-new Prezi sitting on my left wrist
Bust down Carti for my lady, uh (bust down Carti for my lady)
Hit the show, you know I'm rocking out
We got choppas like the Navy, uh (choppas like the Navy)
Switch my flow, they try to copy now, I make it hard to imitate me



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Writer(s): Shamar Cox
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