Way Out ft. LOE Banks Lyrics

(Good Job, Sho!)

Aye

Go find a way out, uh

Been having conversations in my mind

And drugs ain't really helping they just played out

Ion got nobody, never needed anybody

So I've been grinding anyway

Go ask my accountant just how much I done made today

Designer and liquor don't make the pain go away

Too many situations, so I'm tired of the fakes

The next nigga plotting gon have a hole in his face

The chop will leave a nigga comatose

I keep it close, if anybody want some smoke

In these streets it's cold

Heater burning niggas like some toast, or STD's

Don't understand why they envy me

Like it ain't hard to go and love somebody faithfully

But niggas and bitches switching, like where's the history

Could never be me

Loyalty over everything, that's what I believe

Aye, yeah

Aye

Go find a way out, uh

Been having conversations in my mind

And drugs ain't really helping they just played out

Ion got nobody, never needed anybody

So I've been grinding anyway

Go ask my accountant just how much I done made today

Designer and liquor don't make the pain go away

Too many situations, so i'm tired of the fakes

The next nigga plotting gon have a hole in his face

I'm deep in these streets, something like potholes

This glock will make you watch what you say like typos

My life risky, like walking on tightropes

Every role model I had growing up sold dope

Product of my environment

Is all that I know

I was born a gator, Imma be a gator till I go

You can't trust your own bitch, man I put it on my soul

You can't trust your own nigga, bet he tryna fuck ya hoe

I get any bitch I pick, boy eeny miny moe

I'm in the field kicking shit like field goals

Niggas out her chasing bitches, she don't want you cause you broke

I know a nigga who switched up on a nigga for a QP

Imagine what he'll do for his freedom or a groupie

I miss ya'll, I wish I can get a phone call

Bitch it's LOE, fuck the opps, nigga fuck ya'll

If it's smoke we'll catch bodies, like a trust fall

Aye

Go find a way out, uh

Been having conversations in my mind

And drugs ain't really helping they just played out

Ion got nobody, never needed anybody

So I've been grinding anyway

Go ask my accountant just how much I done made today

Designer and liquor don't make the pain go away

Too many situations, so i'm tired of the fakes

The next nigga plotting gon have a hole in his face