Lyrics:
You're my 911
When my hearts on the run
But I'm runnin away from you
I don't need a paramedic
You're my trouble
Don't ya get it
Everything that you put
to my story
I gotta learn this Yoruba, and speak with it, right away
Because the language barrier is gonna kill me someday
It was sometime in November,
That makes you buy food to eat
The food to throw away
You say he's fat you say he's queer
Is that your way
Anti-gay
Cos he likes a shandy beer
Not
strong I know the times getting harder &
harder and more further you get it’s darker & darker a suicide vision when you got a revolver but our
children
highs
Gotta get my win you know I'll get it on the first try
Way away away away away ah
Only one chance so I run it like a do or die
Now I got that vision
to death on Wilson Street
Maybe I can get rich off of my beats
Or if it comes to it selling my feet
It seems that there's no hope left for me
So I'm crying
But what you just said got me Walking Away...now I'm Walking Away
So I'm taking it, day by day
Playing it close like the big game, play by play
They say
But what you just said got me Walking Away...now I'm Walking Away
So I'm taking it, day by day
Playing it close like the big game, play by play
They
Find away, get away to something better
Got my shawdy out the hood and now I'm trynna leave
But 5-0 trying plot something in my sleeves
And all my boys
age that I'd confess to
Let's just say I'm old enough to get away
Back in school, I found the only written truth
On bathroom stalls and telephone
age that I'd confess to,
Let's just say I'm old enough to get away.
Back in school, I found the only written truth
On bathroom stalls and telephone
Punishing these beats by Tweez I'm a problem
We had a conversation about making a plan
We said You do what you can
We do what we want Viva La Bam
Vintage shit
Draco I'm spraying it
And I still got the hands for these niggas
My Lil bae call me handsome and shit
She like how I talk
She like how I get that
Ain't
shit yeah that right
Eric Tale thinks you're a vibe ayy
I'll get it one day by surprise
Get me feeling like a boss she a dike ayyy
258 niggas too fly
might dunk on these niggas
Wake up and I think about figures
Thank God that I have been delivered
Baptized, catch me down by that river
New day, do
away and take em
MC's look in the mirror, see they nightmare
The bugged kid, bald head, fuck it I don't care
I get frantic atomic, pull your rectum out
(clips)
Gorillas got bananas (rounds)
And they get the job done
So I won't end up in the slamma (hell nawh)
Yeah I'm outta my mind (outta my whoo)
Outta my
starve us, we can't lose
Cause we ain't got shit to lose
We on the move
Faded off this dope, I'm hella' high
Wish I could fly away
Back against the ropes,
on residuals
Maybe financial principals
But not your guac and dinner rolls
I'm tired of my intellect
Surrounded by these imbeciles
Shitty ass individuals
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
as well
Fly away (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And there's nothing in my way so I may as well
Fly away
I'm on top of this thing so I may as well
Fly away
Got
Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
By the stack, comin' at us, get your weight right yeah
If not, you makin' a mistake right there, f'real
I
through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme say-er
It's Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
by the stack, comin' at us, get your weight
not dare to square up with the devil cuz they cannot see me when I Wilson Fisk this
I am a king with the pen and my suit lined with metal 4 5 by
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