No Escape

Lil Tjay

    Continúa después del anuncio

    Eight
    'Bout the wait
    Bein' in the hood with no escape
    Learned from my mistakes
    Sentence on cases

    Back when I was five years old, I knew that I was gon' be great
    I found my gift for music back around the age of eight
    I knew I'd be successful, it was more about the wait
    So unacceptable as being in the hood with no escape
    My mama taught me right but I just learned from my mistakes
    Started washing up the day I caught a sentence on the case
    Hunger pains shaped me to the way I am today
    I gotta live with it, feelings that won't ever go away
    Not every day I pray, but that ain't nothing cute to say
    The money good, but how I know my boys is finna stay?
    Put my all into this music, I ain't make it here to play
    Came a long way from booking niggas, me and Trigga Trey

    Okay, I'm just tryna shed a little bit of light
    And motivate them kids who haven't found they way in life
    Remember I ain't have nowhere to lay my head at night
    Trappin' on the block, I was sellin' weed and dirty Sprite
    Don't wait until you hurtin' 'fore you choose to pray to Christ
    Shooter on my package, you ever see me on them bikes
    Still be in my hood, I'm comin' up, I'm playin' dice
    I earned my stripes so I walk around my city like shit nice
    On God, I wish I could make sure everybody eat
    Red bottoms drippin' off of everybody feet
    Hard feelings, I be thinking everybody keep
    And I'm workin' hard, I be up while everybody sleep
    Asthma acting up, fuck it, I don't really care
    Still spittin' bars while I'm wheezing for some air
    Pocket hold a deuce, and yeah, it's small, I'm well aware

    When it flare, hit your melon, bet your salsa hit the air
    VVS's diamonds on me, reason why they stare
    Youngest out the city, reason I don't really care
    AN on my body, best believe I'm well aware
    Quarter milli' on the 'Gram, lil' boy, you're nowhere near
    Flexed up, just was next up, now I'm up now
    Down to Earth, true to all my fans, I could touch ground
    Run up on me thinkin' I don't got it, you get pumped down
    Bustdown, glizzy in my pocket, stupid nigga
    No security, 18, I don't think they hearing me
    Apparently niggas ain't real, shit be scaring me
    I'm glizzied up, got that glizzy tucked, why they fearing me?

    Continúa después del anuncio

    Rap nigga try to throw shade, why he daring me?
    18, got a clean record thanks to YO
    Your bitch, she swallow
    You feel a way, then catch a hollow
    And hits really nothin', we don't really care for five-o
    I been doin' this shit, as a kid I was nine-o
    But they don't really know that, somethin' like a throwback
    Tryna clean the image up so I don't wanna show that
    Headed to the top, I ain't never tryna go back
    Signs you see me throwin' up, they nothin' like a zodiac
    Fuck the other side, see my nuts, they can hold that
    Showin' off them pistols, I ain't never seen you blow that
    Smelly hella proud and the opps already know that
    If y'all want me gone, why don't you come and pull up where a show at?
    No cap

    No cap (Niggas already know I was gon' make it)
    Man, she know I was gon' make it
    You know I was gon' make it, yeah
    I can talk my, my stuff now
    'Cause we out here
    No, yeah, you act tough inside the school
    And out here, look at you today, yeah, quiet

    Remember sellin' white up on the block
    Tryna make some knots
    D's try to run up in the spot
    Me and Smelly sittin' in the trap
    Smokin' on the pack
    Wrong crib, all you smell is crack
    And I done put my trenches onto rap
    I wish I could go back
    To August 14th to be exact

    That's when my nigga Smelly would be here
    Trauma so severe
    I had to watch him crying out for air
    Bet he's in the air, make me cough
    Spinnin' through the fourth
    Catch an opp, I'm finna take him off
    And I call the shots, I'm a boss
    Skinny version Ross
    Dummy in the air, take a loss

    Y'all niggas gon' get me caught up, man
    Got me talkin' hot and shit, man
    Niggas know my body though
    SB the fuck up, gang

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Dystinkt, Lil Tjay y Esmerlyn Toribio

    ¿Los datos están equivocados?

    Enviar revisión