Текст песни 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
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