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