Get Away (feat. 2 Chainz)

DJ sup and press in New York As we continue to keep it quitin' From the Jets til the G Form the nigga in the cut To the one he couldn't check So who's the one how couln't check? She know ascery flux I had to throw that shit up in that Straight at the alley way Sliped the long check and run out off on sally main Paddy cake, paddy cake I'm from where you eat the own dust, I got alergy Playin' polo wie tea, hoer be on under that With some hoers up on the make And the watch cause some coarties Keep my music and I'mma beat it with these shoes, I am release But soon as I got back, I pull wide up and fly, fly And he was knock down Might pill you top back Pop that, you don't need you car, you car is jacked Dumb that shes for a real life Just let the barbeque me in real life and die And you know that what they say is right What's that? My nigga lugging in that motherfucker I gotta get away X 2 Back yard full of goal, balls Grandma crib, use to smell like a motherfucka' I use to pray for their papa, head toast, get in, drop on, drop in and fall Program to be great, and the crowdy ball down with my name on the seas I use to pray to out sleep when it was cold I use to lose my coat for a sheap The urbin for the hit, they do and use to work on the plum they use to gy Your hoers style is obbsely, they say the money told us Why you niggas never speak? It ain't worry about nothin' Fuck around to get lay for that acravated flix Cibar dust if you are textin' They are tear that shit to crowd And I kill te bicthes safety Now thank God for the blessin' When I look in the mirror, thank God for the freshin' And I came up from nothin' So what you sayin'? It ain't nothin' but a coma Gotta get away, fuck that