Away From Yesterday

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Never had a pot to piss in, day one, I was on a mission
 Broke, thinkin', "This can't be the life I'm living"
 I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
 Gotta get my mama out the house, can't work in these conditions
 I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
 I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
 I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
 I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
 Baby Bone knee-deep in the game
 Told my mama years ago, "I'ma put you in that Range," yeah
 Look around, see killers on the mound
 Chinchilla on my shoulder, point a finger, blow you down
 This Pitbull get dirty, bust a thirty in your back
 Bitch, I'm flirting with the Ruger in my mouth, yeah
 So pick a route, grab a bitch by her neck and dick her out
 Fuck boy need a pap smear 'causе pussy what you 'bout, yeah
 I ain't worried about thesе rappers bitin' styles
 You could run a thousand miles, you would still be my child, yeah
 I get high until my eyes look like Brock
 I made "Half Bae" and had a thousand bitches in a flock all pissed off
 Why the fuck these bitches wanna nail me to the cross?
 Runnin' routes in my Maybach, I feel like Rick Ross
 It's All But 6 until the bell ring
 The doves fly and the choir sing
 Never had a pot to piss in, day one, I was on a mission
 Broke, thinkin', "This can't be the life I'm living"
 I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
 Gotta get my mama out the house, can't work in these conditions
 I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
 I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
 I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
 I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
 Ayy, look, I can't trust no ho, bitch, I'm tippy-tapped
 Tryna take my money, girl, you dumb, now stroke your kitty cat
 2K baby bubbling, I need forty or a fifty pack
 Hold me down, my family hoping I've been on my best behavior
 Look, uh, I've been doping, I've been tryna meet my maker
 Matty focus, mama in my ear, one day, I pray I face her
 At my brokest broken, bitch, you know I need my fucking paper
 Hocus pocus, flip a pack, make magic, had to make a way up
 Whole gang itchin', bitch, I'm tryna bust a move
 Got the whole thing with us, we in business, what it do?
 Toting propane, bitch, I aired the gas up out the roof
 I said the whole gang itching,
 bitch, I'm tryna bust a move (Look, ayy)
 Don't got time for shit, busy, I've been taking risks
 He say he my twin, is he? I stay out the mix
 I don't stand for cap, don't cap on me, just stand on biz
 You say you the captain, bet I capture your whole clique
 Never had a pot to piss in, day one, I was on a mission
 Broke, thinkin', "This can't be the life I'm living"
 I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
 Gotta get my mama out the house, can't work in these conditions
 I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
 I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
 I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
 I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday

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Duration
02:54
Key
11
Tempo
172 BPM

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