The Get Away Lyrics

I'm on the run from the coppers, I just went and dumped a chopper

Four cars on my ass, two bikers hope I don't see no helicopters

They still don't know what I look like, that's the best way to live a crook's life

Rolo Tomasi, elusive, career criminal, he's ruthless

My ancestry all pimps, players pushers savages That only say I do to a bag nigga, that's

They idea of what marriage is Tryna ditch the pigs, quick switch this whip

Up, take this hoodie off change my outfit Find a crowd, blend into it, and dip off

Inconspicuous Tryna avoid that drama, tryna avoid those

Tests Nigga, it's a shootout, then you shootin' out

With the best And I got shit, then chew up your vest and

Eat up your chest So I, hold my Jesus piece, prayin' this shit

Don't go left, get away

This is Eagle One, I'm on his tail, I almost got him

Eagle One, we're comin' down, but I think the car's too fast

He made a left turn on the middle yard I think we got him guys

Shit, where did he go? I don't know

He was losin? Is he really a ghost

This is Eagle One at dispatch, uh, I think we lost him

He's a slippery one, this guy

Y'all thought y'all was gonna catch me? I had the skirt on em

Thought I was gone in the box I had the skirt on em

I had the skirt on em, I had the skirt on him em

Yo, nigga

What's up, cuz

This shit crazy

What happened, man, tell me what's up

I just got away from the cops, man, I had a whole high speed chase

Yo, nigga, the safe house ready

Car chases over, got away clean

Kinda feelin' like Biggie, it was all a dream

They talkin' shootouts, time to load up on some new machines

This when it's war, I do it like the Army, Navy, and Marines

Yeah, this'll get them jumpin' like trampolines

I sell to sellers, never catch me out there servin' fiends

I graduated, streets had me agitated

Law can't catch what they never saw, they super aggravated

Up, took some time and I meditated

Came back with a new system, fully integrated

I'm innovative, huh, tryna find a safe route

To the smart home, way out in Delaware, call it the safe house

I must got a bunch of angels surroundin' my head

That crowd saved me, low-key, a nigga was dead

Low-key, a nigga was dead