Solutionn - No Way Out Feat. Cherstin, Delorean and Truck North текст песни

I think about it all the time, how to win
Tried to drown it out in the satan's gyn
Hen too, pop a bottle, take it to the head
27 black man, happy I ain't dead
Hope this rap shit make it, give me a hand
Get me out this ghetto nigga where I'm living scared
It's all a trap, I hope you get it
What these rappers talking nigga I don't even listen
Scrape the pen for the last bit
I need some fast shit, that over hit, that capital, that cash shit
God hear me, help me through this here
I ain't perfect, try to speak when I can man
How you been, separate me from these niggas like I'm in the pen
Put some money in my books ever now and then
I love my haters, pray for my daughters
My circle's closed, y'all niggas cowards

Do you see a way out
Do you see a way out?

Yeah, my middle rolletex is complex
They can't even read me, dislex
They say I overthing like an x,
Pill disolving into nigga that is stressed
I confess, I am not what you used to
Please no offence, I'm not trying to confuse you
I rap for the fans of the screw crew
But everytime I gang when I loose too, shit
They wanna hear club songs, I feel em but I'm fresh of a drug some
When I smoke, I shut down love songs

So a blunt is just me getting my buzz on
They told me that the love's gone
But I still feel confident in they judge zone
So you will never know this in my features any doubts that I had in my mind
If I was wrong
So tell me if I'm right now, cause the past is whatever I write down
I'm just freelancing the future, it's crucial with players from your team
Say you pipe down
They all waiting for my swan song, so they can sing along until my time's gone
Pass down to pass over till I pass on
Cause you either win or you die in this game of thrones
Yeah, so in this world of vast unknown
I stand alone where the sunshine is never shown
Romancing all the sins I cannot …
And then I'm dealing with the demons that it's self composed
So who knows for whom the bell calls
Cause the road less travlled seems like the long stroke
Me and the man and the mirror and the wad home
We both tryina recup, until the coop's flown
All in and I'm facing for the aces
Guess this how it feels when you're … graces
Fighting with the gods, we always had odds
So I'm tryina ride like there's no life on the job

Do you see a way out
Do you see a way out
Do you see a way out?