Текст песни No Way Out - Taysav

Gang, gang!
Said, "Keep yo head up"
Yeah, lil shorty: "Keep yo head up"

I know growin′ up in these streets it seem like it ain't no way out
But just keep yo head up straight and you gon′ make yo momma proud
Never ever be a follower, watch who you hang around
Now when you become [?], they gon' try to give you that crown
I know growin' up in these streets it seem like it ain′t no way out
But just keep yo head up high and you gon′ make yo momma proud
Never ever be a follower, watch who you hang around
Now when you become [?], they gon' try to give you that crown

When you grew up in this street shit, you′ll see a lotta shit
I done seen the realist niggas get exposed because he snitched
I done seen the closest homies fall out all over a bitch
I done seen a nigga flip a couple eight balls to a brick
I got homies that done died, I got homies doin' time
So I′m out here on the grind; meantime, tryna shine
Cause they life was on the line in that battlefield for me
So when they get out, them real niggas they gotta be with me
You ain't gotta prove a point; shorty, why is you stuntin′?
Talkin' bout a couple thou, only made a couple hunnid
You been out here all day on this corner just hustling
And you still ain't make none, huh? Ain′t that something?
This what it was all about back in ′13 when we was thugging
We was out here on our money, if not that it wasn't nothing
Yeah, we had our poles in public, they was tryna push us back
Once you get up in this street shit, boy, it ain′t no turnin' back

I know growin′ up in these streets it seem like it ain't no way out
But just keep yo head up straight and you gon′ make yo momma proud
Never ever be a follower, watch who you hang around
Now when you become [?], they gon' try to give you that crown
I know growin' up in these streets it seem like it ain′t no way out
But just keep yo head up high and you gon′ make yo momma proud
Never ever be a follower, watch who you hang around
Now when you become [?], they gon' try to give you that crown

I′m just tryna make a way for me and gang to make it out
When my brother Pappy died, I felt like it was a drought
We wasn't tryna sit around the house and cry, and soak, and pout
We was tryna go and slide up on a
Nigga, make him shout good (This gun go boom!)
If he [?]
Put his ass on the scoreboard, we up by larger miles
Remember back when we was poor, now we got flat screens, [?]
Ain′t no carpets on the floor; you walk in, see marble tiles
See I'm just tryna send a message
To the youth, so I hop up in the booth
I tell nothing but the truth
Yeah, we make this shit sound cool
But please don′t pick up that tool
Yeah, lil shorty, stay in school
Everything gon' be just cool
Please don't get this shit confused
That could be you on the news, tryna get fame off YouTube
Now yo family at the viewing, "O My God, what did he do?"
He wasn′t even that type of dude, whole time shorty a loose screw
He walk around aiming at noodles, tryna take off left him clueless

I know growin′ up in these streets it seem like it ain't no way out
But just keep yo head up straight and you gon′ make yo momma proud
Never ever be a follower, watch who you hang around
Now when you become [?], they gon' try to give you that crown
I know growin′ up in these streets it seem like it ain't no way out
But just keep yo head up high and you gon′ make yo momma proud
Never ever be a follower, watch who you hang around
Now when you become [?], they gon' try to give you that crown