Way Out

I seen that you tryna to get away
You go way up, you go way up
I see that you tryna get away
And go way up, and go way up

I know that you're tryna to get away, away
Way up, way up, I know you want to get way up
I know you tryna get way up
I know you tryna make a way out

Little mama from the Eastside
Had to make it out and realize
Mama workin' three jobs, only see her in the night
There was times where we ain't have it, grindin' for a better life

No, I wasn't into finer things
My money drenched me in designer things
Baby, I get fly, yeah I stay up
Baby, I get high, I go way up

Did it, did it, did it on my own
Now it's kinda hard to get me on the phone
Now all these rappers wanna fuck me
If he fuck me, then he lucky

Never let another bum nigga close to touch me
I grind for it so it's how I give it up
I come forward, you know I ain't givin' up
Every nigga wanna see her

All these bitches wanna be her
And it ain't it my fault, badass boss bitch jigga like me
Get a lineup and I score with any nigga I pre
Seducer, somethin' like Medusa

Fly me out to Cuba, then you meet me in Aruba
Baby take me to Ibiza, Paris to see Mona Lisa
Bitches say: Look how he treat her
I believe that nigga need her