Rich O.D.S - Escape (feat. RJP Lime)

We stepped into game
2 yungins makin a way
It's not my bad if you put me last and I don't show up just to make yo day
Cuz it's not comfortable knowing the people around you are straight disrespecting yo Name
And I say that with a straight face cuz these airheads think I ain't tame get in yo place.
I try to tell em but they bein difficult
Can't take me serious watch me belittle you
Lemme get to em by makin it lyrical
If words hurt more then let us make it physical
Leavin bad thoughts in the past tense, wit the backend, and I backhand, all the bad men, that overlooked me like a trash can, homies lack sense, people are the demons I'm slashing
When I'm in my bag you know I do the most
Tell a lil joke then it turn to a post
Then you go viral, and it take a spiral they make you look bad u wanna go ghost
They tell me I'm great but they really don't care
God got me but struggle in prayer
The lord say he'll give me my rations
I can't turn away but it happens
The people I roll with are actin
They couldn't relate if they lived with the kid and they started to talk with my accent
My bars shots cuz they splashing
When I get the money I won't have to worry the demons I got won't be tracking (Demon)
But more gon pop up when I'm lacking, ima stay active
Gotta let god take the wheel and then catch em off guard and then shoot when they Slacking (woo)
24/7 We ride on they block And you know that my spirit is packing, fasten that belt cuz We testing that traction
Fightin the demons that enter my soul and we gonna leave them in the past tense (Gggrrraaaa)
I gotta pole in my mind called my confidence that's what The homie be strapping
Trynna drag me deep into hell
I cannot follow
Parasites deep in my head I might go psycho
Demons always coming in and out
This a cycle
Gotta keep myself intact
My health way too vital
Shooting my shots at some Demons like d1
Richest u know everybody wanna be 1
Not locked down by a label imma free one
real ones be locked up hold on imma free one
Beat that boy down turn-by-turn final fantasy
That boy 2 deep in he drowning in Hennessey
Let that boy dream of his final meal before dying on the floor
Call that shit your final fantasy
Trynna fuck me 2 times sideways no decency
Say I'm too nice got 3 Demons inside of me
Double m17 ivory ebony
Flip it right back on them Demons straight dmc
It's not bout the size it's all about the angles
Haters be on my ass y they so anal
Don't fuck with the workers that work 40 pull out the 40 they work that magic like Chris Angel
She fucked me up raw dogging not talking vaginal
Niggas gon blow up for her straight up radical
Shooting out everywhere call her lil hydro
Step on that case with one foot going 5-0
September's own since a small jit I'm a virgo
Gtr burning out Demons inferno
The grind Fucked me up so much now I got vertigo
Fucked the wrong one now it hurts when he gotta go
Money appearing from thin air to 3d
Shooting impossibles till I hit 3p
Made it up top easly tapping 3 p's
Gotta make sure my whole fucking team eats
Losing at this rate is not a option
Gotta pray to God I'm not falling
Gaining the money Certified profit
Seeing the future certified prophet
Trynna drag me deep into hell
I cannot follow
Parasites deep in my head I might go psycho
Demons always coming in and out
This a cycle
Gotta keep myself intact
My health way too vital
Trynna drag me deep into hell
I cannot follow
Parasites deep in my head I might go psycho
Demons always coming in and out
This a cycle
Gotta keep myself intact
My health way too vital
Trynna drag me deep into hell
I cannot follow
Parasites deep in my head I might go psycho
Demons always coming in and out
This a cycle
Gotta keep myself intact
My health way too vital

Written by:
Randall Pope, Richard Iberi

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find