Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ruben Azziz
Ruben Azziz
Songwriter
Wilfred Quassy
Wilfred Quassy
Songwriter

Lyrics

We up in the a.m before the birds start singing
Grind got to start we the early bird and we out for some bird food
Everything we make got to split it through the whole crew
I put my bro first got to make sure that he eats to
I ain't trying to rap no more if I can't share this life when I blow oh lord
Got to find a way no excuses
Coz I swear man it's pain when you can't find no notes in your hugo
This boss life ain't for everybody
Don't be forcing
Cuban links costing way more than your 308
2x12 when you ready brudda do the maths
I don't want to brag but I'll brag coz you forcing me
All my brothers ballers or shotters
I just love to rap
Same way I tell my g retire from these roads
But he tells me if the money not there would they love
Still would they gass me
Got to get him out before they do him like Gaddafi
Coz hurt people hurt people
And the whole blocks hurt so you can't trust a load of people
This is real life saving private Ryan
So I'm covered up in black like I'm ready to go riot
Pray for your man coz this wars like monopoly
Drugs in our property
So feds want to follow me
Someone's on my ship trying to drive it through an iceberg
That ain't shocking me
We out here just trying to find a way
We out here just trying to find a way in
We out here just trying to break away
We are here just trying to break away
We out here just trying to find a way
We out here just trying to find a way in
We out here just trying to break away
Away
Away
We out here just trying to find a way
We out here just trying to find a way in
We out here just trying to break away
We out just trying to find a way in
We out here just trying to find a way
Lord Mercy
We out here just trying to break away
Away
Away
Written by: Ruben Azziz, Wilfred Quassy
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