Won't Get Away ft. Conejo & 100GrandRoyce Lyrics

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

Everything gets targeted

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

Everything gets targeted

He wore Gucci and Prada

Last seen in a Sonata

His brother's keeper never breed of the carter

School of hard knocks

In the streets he a scholar

Never did time but want his mind free like assata

Shakur

Shots came out of his door

Pass cards and money

Can't escape the allure

For sure his holes in his ride

His soul didn't rise

He told on them guys

They ceased the whole enterprise

His robe in disguise

He about to go federal

Several crews are facing

Racketeering charges

These actors preposterous

Feds track the pauses

You wasn't the smartest

Your cellmate is brolic

Time to hit the yard

And you all on your own

Put on a facade

They made you lower your tone

You ain't really that tough

Without your gat

Clean the blood of a loud nigga

They got shout for that

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

Everything gets targeted

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

Everything gets targeted

Back off the top I'm up

All raw no cut

Little homies and nuthin

And that's the result

Of standin' in front

That lip restored

And you ain't comin' in unless you open the door

That's a calculated flow

From big C-O

N to the E to the J to the O

Time to grow now

It's it with the rhythm

Intertwined with the game

Hunger got me drippin

I'm livin

How the fuck I'm supposed to

Kill em' take the work

Or I might just ghost you

I rose to

It's it the occasion

It's that obscure punk

It's the fuckin' location

En el mundo oscuro

No se ve la luz

I see my mother prayin

To the sign of the cruc

Y quizás

Deje atrás las armas

Esquivando suerte mala

Y también el karma

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

Everything gets targeted

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

44 revolver and mouth piece for hustlers

Everything gets targeted

I rap through scars

Jars of glass

And bullets past your temple

Build the lash

You smash

If you don't have credentials

Gettin' cash is simple

This ain't accidental

I rap a stash

It's actin' like movin' fast

It's mental

Hit the gas

Nigga this shit better than first class

Was walkin' through the worst

But I never brought dirt back

Practicin' to murder tough face

You rehearse that

Don't tell my war stories

Ask around

Niggas search that

Who put me in position

To get it like I'm defendin

Pull a pin watch it blow

They ain't shootin' like Ben Simmons

I'm the one that's skippin

Your movie straight to the endin

Hurting when I'm pretendin

Niggas lookin' for vengeance

I'm the one they send in

Streets needed a cleansin

I stand out round broke niggas

Rich I blend in

Addicted to the spendin

Mad at shots I'm sendin

You the next dead rapper

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