Young Laurent - A Way Out

(Aye it's that season bro, c'mon)
(Way out yeah)
Yeah, Told em'
Everybody looking for a way out
Trust so hard to give
I don't play about
Every box they tried to put me in
I broke out
I'm grinding for this
Motha' fucking blow out
Touching platinum plaques
Wait up I'm on that
They don't see the work
Put up all of that
Told you that I'm winning
Running all of that
You told me that I couldn't
Coolin Ima post up in Cullinan
Parked up by the Maybach
You feel the love
Then motha' fucker say that yeah
All them lies done turned me cold
But it's alright cause fake shits old
Real shit back in style we gold
I'll never fit in cause I don't belong
I'm finna stand out
This city's too cold
They did me wrong
Oh no so wrong
Yeah it's a blessing
My money long never stressing
Done copped a house
But the home never set in
I did alot maybe too damn much
Yeah I regret it
I promise you what I said
Please know I meant it
Four letter word mean alot
But I stand on top loyalty heavy
Everybody looking for a way out
Trust so hard to give
I don't play about
Every box they tried to put me in
I broke out
I'm grinding for this
Motha' fucking blow out
When you see me
You see dollars forsure
Fuck what they said
Lil g I did it first
Don't you know it hurt
When I seen my brodie on a shirt
I bend the curb heard tires burn
This one for my dawgs
Who ain't get to see us ball
Miss seeing you
On my phone when you call
Been had my back against the wall
It's life or death
Cause music my life
I get up when I fall
Right when we up fam
We buy out the mall
Buy out the store type shit
You know that we buying it all
Yeah bro we buying it all
I really miss my dawgs
When I get fucked up
And I get gone
I still replay shit in my head
It's like you with me
You heard what I said
I won't forget you
Some shit that I meant
And it feels like you still with me
It's like my bro never left
It's like my bro never left

Written by:
Christian Richards

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