Way Out

I'm still finding my way out The trenches They told me I got the potential I been doing this my whole life But I won't think twice Just to count my blessings While I'm here I'll be chasing the vision I ain't ready to make a decision They gonna get you because your Image Like I ain't gonna lie they done fucked up the system They don't want to see that light shine anymore But I'm still pouring up the four All these hating niggas in the way But I'm still counting up some more They gonna talk but they on the outside looking in But I'm all real no pretend Free Bro he up in the pen Like A virus I'm hard to contain They hate that I'm changing the Game Yea I give em something to talk about They wanna know How I stay out The way Yea Dripping im fly like a plain Fendi Prada on me I'm making a scene Yea I Gotta make it Thats word to my mama I'm taking that shit to the grave An This Rollie on me ain't for the Timing It's just to make them turn the eyes They wasn't fucking with me Wayback when When I was steady on the rise Now I'm whippin a Maybach yea And they all look surprised You should see the look up in their Eyes They ain't know it was my time I was a youngin Thought I was official And your bros in the end turn Against you Run around on that block all day Knew my first love was a pistol When you gone That's when they gonna miss you They don't want to say it But it's beneficial That fake love Artificial Fake love Artificial