2 Hard - Outta Here

The closest switched up on me
Guess that's why I'm never open
Been fighting my thoughts
Thinking bout the dead
I pop two pills to cope it
My past been tryna to become my present
God don't let it haunt me
Can't let no nigga fold me
Ride with 2 pistols on me
I knew niggas who claim fuck 12
And now they fuck wit 12
And I can't cuff no bitch
Cuz I don't fuck with 12
These niggas bitches plotting
They praying for me to fail
But I can't let em stop me
I gotta make it outta here

I'm from Chicago where it's home to gangsters
It's Home to some slangers
Home to some gangbangers
Members sliding down opp blocks
Changing niggas den speed chasing
Sneaking glocks inside the club
Niggas try us
And We a flame it
Mike be sloppy he still rock out with that tool
She just wanna have my baby
Bitch can't play for no fool
Many nights I was starving
Jump off the porch and made some food
Put all my faith inside these guns
OG can't see me onna news
But I'm still tryna flex sum
If a nigga play bout the gang
My nigga a snake and that shit hurt
Trading loyalty for a chain
A lot of niggas say I'm fake
Don't give a fuck what they say
Look in my eyes and all you'll see
Is a bunch of money and pain
See all these bitches fucking drowning
Tryna ride on my wave
And all these niggas fucking clowns
They tryna eat off my plate
Geeked up on drugs so when we fuck
Bitch gotta go at my pace
Ride through the city
Its me and this glock I tote to feel safe yea

The closest switched up on me guess that's why I'm never open
Been fighting my thoughts
Thinking bout the dead
I pop two pills to cope it
My past been tryna to become my present
God don't let it haunt me
Can't let no nigga fold me
Ride with 2 pistols on me
I knew niggas who claim fuck 12
And now they fuck wit 12
And I can't cuff no bitch
Cuz I don't fuck with 12
These niggas bitches plotting
They praying for me to fail
But I can't let it stop me
I gotta make it outta here

I gotta make it outta here
I gotta make it outta here
2 Talk to em

Drugs
All in my lungs
Don't need no morgue
We putting opps inside of woods
Been tryna run up
Make sure that my moms and sis is good
Niggas all they do is hate
Its so much envy in my hood
(And them straight facts right there yea)
But if smoke just let me kno
I'll pop out wit my metal
Never catch me without my bruddas
Run these checks up together
We shoot at you rain sleet or snow
Nigga no matter the weather
Bitch we can fight or shoot
You niggas kno I'm down bout whatever yea yea

Yea oh
I gotta make it outta here
I gotta make it outta here
Yea yea
I gotta make it outta here
I gotta make it outta here
They really don't know how it feels
Swear I been popping perky pills

Written by:
DeaMonte Russell

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