paroles de chanson I Can't Get Away - Quey

Yea, yea, yeaaa
Aye
Check it
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Aye
Quey on the beat lets gooo

Damn
Just another day
In the streets ain't no rules
That's just how they play
Niggas think they safe
I guarantee they not this not no bank
Not no military
Give a fuck about your damn rank
Hey
They get it out the mud
I know a nigga switched up
And killed his own blood
I know a chick dated a dude
Just to set him up
So even in that bedroom
Believe I got that pistol tucked
Sun up to sun down
In the streets I was out there
Had to make my rounds
Extra clips on me
I was clutching on my 4 pound
If a nigga try me
Swear to God it's gone be man downnn
I ain't come to play
Everybody eats
So I'm hustling like everyday
Momma please be forgive me
At times I know that I misbehave
I can't help it that's how I'm raised
It's just my mentality
They set these limits
But I'm feeling like a Soulja
I ain't master P
And I know that I done told ya
Ima keep fighting
I ain't stopping til it's over
Always kept it G
Winter times got colder
Fell down and got up
Brushed that dirt off my shoulder
I feel them dreams coming
Everyday they getting closer
Grandma told me
Grind and grind and you gone make it
Grandma this my time to shine
And ima take it

I can't get away
I can't get away
(Yea you know I'm from the struggle)
I can't get away
Everyday another challenge I face
I can't get away
So I live just to fight another day
(And you know that ima hustle)
I can't get away
Gotta make sure my family straight

Street talent and real
Grandma told me I'm the star child
Something happen to me
She say that's gone eat her heart out
Late night with my niggas
Rolling deep with them tints
Guns loaded up
I know it don't make no sense
It's the end of the month
And my dawg ain't got rent
Creeping on your block
And we gone pull back again
We outchea with it
We ain't sitting on the fence
We won't so we get it
That's the way that it's gone end
Yea
Run into your house
And I hope that you ain't sleep yet
Pillow talking with her
That's gone have you six feet
She put us on game
It was just the other week
She said yea I gotta another one
This shit is to sweet
Yea
Yea We caught you on your
Oh I'm in love shit
You ain't know it
But yea she a thug bitch
Rule number 1
Don't you ever trust these hoes
Rule number 2
Don't you trust a fucking soul
Nooo