DEUCE THE TRUTH x The Pack - Getaway

Smoking on exotic hit the freeway
Hit up LA
Put that Marvin Gaye on replay
It's like my get away
I just hit the island for the week
I might just get away
Changing destinations for the season
Smoking on exotic hit the freeway
Hit up LA put that Marvin Gaye on replay
It's like my get away
I just hit the island for the week
I might just get away
Changing destinations for the season
Granny said God come first
Cause that's the only thang promised
But the urn or the dirt
Unc say it is about equity
So put in that work
I got a M in real estate and
Still good on the turf
I'm thinking owner
Fuck pension
Im a boss not a worker
Five cars paid for
But I still got a chauffeur
When I knock some new game
I put pressure I see potential
All good presidential
Minority in my residential
Seen death a couple of times
I don lost a couple friends
Other half in the pen
I'll never see them again
I done seen niggas get on
And seen niggas get on
Seen niggas get turned down
And then get on
No high school diploma
Never thought about college
Off the porch in 05 and kept some money in my wallet
Rockin shows magazines Bet MTV
Still get that royalty
But gotta hustle just to eat
Lotta conversations with pops
I took for granted
Lotta situations with mom's
Wish never happened
I ain't never been in love
Hold a lotta baggage
And if a nigga say I'm broke
Know that nigga cappin
It's some unwritten rules to this game
If you gon play you must follow
If you ridin you ridin
You gon jump out cause we hit a pot hole
Ever been face to face with a .45
Close ya eyes and pray to God
That you don't die
Blood brother that I barely know
My blood sister use to hoe
My best friend fucked my bitch at 15
It's hard to cope
Huss finally coming home
I know bra would go for me
She love me and she loyal
If I need her to she go for me
I believe in karma
So ima take mine on the chin
To teach is to learn twice
Remember that my friend
Good or bad I just look at the sky
Bow my head and say thank you
Ain't no askin eem why
Smoking on exotic hit the freeway
Hit up LA
Put that Marvin Gaye on replay
It's like my get away
I just hit a island for a week
I might just get away
Changing destinations for the season
Smoking on exotic hit the freeway
Hit up the Bay put that Marvin Gaye on replay
It's like my get away
I just hit the island for the week
I might just get away
Changing destinations for the weekend
We made it far now I'm a made boss
Lost family lost friends
You look what this shit cost
I wish somebody coulda told me
I would feel this pain
Death in front of me
Ain't never had no time to brace
Not time to wait
No time to escape
I'm awake
I fear God
I don't start my day until I pray
Caught me lackin lil brudda
Well I got time today
Many uh and many funds in biometric safes
I kept my eyes on the prize
Surprised we still here
C I wasn't supposed to make it
Now we all in Jamaica
Owe it all to the maker
This ain't for instagram
We went from selling grams
In a instant to traveling the the distance
The referees ain't call it we still balling
I'm bout to get signed by The Carter's
Speak my shit into existence
That's the secret
The best kept secret
Is no longer a secret for keeping
Smoking on exotic hit the freeway
Hit up LA
Put that Marvin Gaye on replay
It's like my get away
I just hit the island for the week
I might just get away
Changing destinations for the season
Smoking on exotic hit the freeway
Hit up the Bay put that Marvin Gaye on replay
It's like my get away
I just hit the island for the week
I might just get away
Changing destinations for the weekend

Written by:
Da'Ron Collins, Uno Harris

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