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styles p - out the way lyrics

[intro]
you gotta mastermind to your business
it’s the best thing you could do
trust me
hahaha
vinny idol, n-gga

[verse 1]
money on mind with a gun on my waistline
think about death if you plannin’ to take mine
shout out to the homies that’s doin’ the state time
wasn’t race related but know it’s a hate crime
n-ggas hate bein’ broke, hate bein’ late on the rent
hustle graveyard, a n-gga laid on the bench
came from the trenches, there’s a pump in the trenchcoat
i love drug money, the plug send dope
but then i had to think about the game, it’s
death or a cell or a life full of pain
once you get the picture, you could get up out the frame
’cause a fed shot or a headshot’s all the same
i’m just gettin’ money while doin’ this g sh-t
me and hoe blowin’ a o, leavin’ the weed scent
probably on the plane, i don’t f-ck with the pre-sent
’cause the jakes all in it, rats and snakes all in it

[chorus]
stayin’ out the way-out the way of the pigs and the snakes ’cause these vermin -ss n-ggas gon’ rat
i’m about peace but i’m still up on the streets
so i’m lookin’ at my piece like i left the sh-t black
stayin’ out the way-out the way of the pigs and the snakes ’cause these vermin -ss n-ggas gon’ rat
i’m about peace but i’m still up on the streets
so i’m lookin’ at my piece like i left the sh-t black

[verse 2]
not givin’ a f-ck is what i’m great at
who wanna get hit in the face with the eight like, “where the weight at?”
“ghost don’t play that”
ghetto n-ggas’ll say that
laid back but i push your hairline way back
scalped you like a native, shoot you like i’m a cowboy
alpha and omega, that data say i’m a wild boy
tokyo drift when i shift
let off a clip out the window with the left
raise it up, proceed to dip
who wants to live like that? not i
rather shop and pop by
pull up in a drop five
the four-door m, no top and a glock nine
i’m in the player’s suite when i stop at the stop sign
i never tell a poor–ss n-gga that i got mine
unless i’m in my nine and i’m really on that time
’cause i know it’s on-site ’cause he tryna get me lined
stay away from rats and them snakes and that swine, you’ll be fine

[verse 3]
stayin’ out the way, it’s a new day
used to be the handgun next to the cocaine
flyin’ on the through-way, sales goin’ in and out
if you from the slums, you ain’t have dinner
you don’t give a f-ck what the sinnin’ ’bout
jack boy, dope boy, better have the change
’cause i seen the game, i ain’t gon’ have sh-t to show for it
now i’m blowin’ this weed, i’m gettin’ chauffeured
could put you on a poster or give you my poster
you say you gettin’ that money, i tell you go for it
wanna reach for your hammer? i tell you go for it
’cause i put in my work and got the dough for it
when you sold your -ss and was a hoe for it

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