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No Way Out Lyrics


Soul The American Dream No Way Out

(Verse 1)

Ay see I'm ripping them tags

Ay Came from no riches but rags

Ay I'm just securing the bag

Ay Happiness will get mad......

Niggas thought i wasn't good enough

Hoes played me, wasn't hood enough

Death Row, wasn't Suge enough

Putting em on, wasn't one of us......

Bob Jackson, gon run back

Where the shooters, where the guns at ?

Where my smokers, where the lungs at ?

4rd & 1 we don't punt that......
Cowboy, call em Prescott

Gun & bible like tek spot

All my dogs be around me, fur coats like pet shop.......

No way out, calling Banga

Skeletons in closet, fresh to the death, on hanger

Strangers round you, calling danger........

Street talks, heard you snitching

Thought you gangsta, locking niggas up

Enduring a nigga stitches, by the way I just play the cut

I'm just yelling out jelly fam, by the way I'm just laying up

Moving metal, youngin weighing enough

Owe me money, better pay me up......

I don't say shit, never talk much
Do something, nigga walk up.....

Do something, nigga walk up

(Hook) 3x

I'm just secure the bag

Come from no riches but rags

I'm just secure the bag

Come from no riches but rags

(Verse 2)
Did me dirty, never said nothing

Brought alive, had dead something

Want war nigga ain't nothing

All around me, niggas ain't fronting.....

Bigger cousin with hammer

They behind all the cameras

Got family in Atlanta

Shit em like a pamper......

Nigga said he weirdo

Run up on him, nigga scared tho

Jeeper creeper, like a scare crow

Step on him with yeezy, matter fact need a pair tho

Light temper, never cared tho

Jump on em, it ain't fair tho

Free my niggas that ain't here yo!!!

Ruff Ryder, with the dogs

Roc fellla, in his jaw

Hit em hard, bet he crawl

To glass to the wall..........

Betty Crockett's, get the cake

Cut the grass, watch the snake

Eating good, plastic plates

Say you real, but you fake......

Midtown, what that sound like

Hi-hat for the sound bit

Looking good, what the crowd like

All my youngins, on that wild life......

Say nothing, what what !!!

Say nothing, what what!!!

(Hook) 3x

I'm just secure the bag

Come from no riches but rags

I'm just secure the bag

Come from no riches but rags
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