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Get Away
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Kinda want a Drake, but I keep a Glock
Wok and Tech mix like Drake and Josh
You don't wanna stay, get gone
Wanna conversate tell me what you want
Bout to get a cramp, my pockets got a knot
I just poured a deuce of Quagen in a pop
I get it low but sell it you for a leg and arm
Why these niggas hate, these niggas ain't on
Tell me why they hate, yeah
It's so much problems in my plate tryna get gone
Thinking if I should run away
Hop on a plane, take a vacation to the Bahamas
I just wanna get away
Put all my niggas on a plane till we all poppin
Cartier on my frames, that's like 300 Ben Franklins on my noggin
Drank, percs and oxycodin for my problem
When I mix it up, I turn to a zombie
I do whatever I can do for you, just so you got it
I do whatever I can do for you, just keep it solid
Just tell me whatever been hurting you, so we can solve it
Its them demons on yo head, you can't get 'em out it
Touched so much green lately
Think I'm turning to a goblin
Can't take my soul, if they do bury me at the bottom
Tell me why they hate, yeah
It's so much problems on my plate tryna get gone
Thinking if I should run away
Hop on a plane, take a vacation to the Bahamas
I just wanna get away
Put all my niggas on a plane till we all poppin
Cartier on my frames, that's like 300 Ben Franklins on my noggin
I'm too real for these niggas, I can't make it up
Tell me what they hating on, tell me what they hating on
I'm running out of drank, I need another cup
Tell me what it's hittin for, tell me what it's hittin for
Free my nigga out the feds, I'm callin, he won't be alone
Told me to remember what he said
Keep on steppin, run it up some more
I put these trophies on my neck, so I won't forget
That I put in blood, sweat, and tears for this shit
I had to hustle just to get a check
I was homeless, sleepin on my man's bed
Now I got bout 30 stuffed up in my pants
So imma flex to show that I can
I could spend it all and get it back
And do it again and again
Tell me why they hate, yeah
It's so much problems on my plate tryna get gone
Thinking if I should run away
Hop on a plane, take a vacation to the Bahamas
I just wanna get away
Put all my niggas on a plane till we all poppin
Cartier on my frames, that's like 300 Ben Franklins on my noggin
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