Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todd J Bradley Jr.
Todd J Bradley Jr.
Songwriter
Terrence L Bradley
Terrence L Bradley
Songwriter

Lyrics

I rather be an asshole than be half assed cuz my aspirations they contrast
I ain't content with just second class so my visionaries the greener grass
See that's Spike Lee no garden hose or sneak dissing like what are those?
Um, I suppose in my shoes you're a lost soul yeah Shang Tsung
I'm Iverson point and shoot cocked back like Babe Ruth
Stars get Pierce I am the truth so god help me, god help me
I say it twice for the sacrifice what's in the dark comes to the light
Even red beams with the scope sight cuz either way I take flight ite
Up right I pile it til' it's clotted can't fit wallets
Pockets healthy get it salad and the check look like I dialed it
Wrapping bundles like a stylist never sleeping got no eyelids
Seen the devil's eyes they violet want my strings up like a violin nah
Just a burning island and I see no violence
Unless you mix my pigment yeah with the sirens
I'm the land lord of the drug lord beneath my feet
I rise from the crack immensely discrete yeah
I'm going hard bae and you know it pays
I got my mind straight to get it every way
Ain't no stopping me to seeing brighter days
I need a great escape just to get away
It's the getaway I gotta getaway it's the getaway I gotta get away
It's the getaway I gotta get away it's the getaway I gotta get away
Wake up wake up wake up time to get to my grind
Walking on gold bricks but that's old time
I see the light not death that's the diamond shine
I'm number one you underline I'm the best time equal dollar signs
All you birds need to follow time you wack rapper's babies to the movement
You outta line hold the sugar I'm hyper now
I'm a god you don't have to bow
I'm the shit never hold my bowels puffing on that loud making my own fucking clouds
That's dreams if you ain't get the scheme I'm a hundred degrees
When I hit the scene make these **** hate and these chicks cream
It's all about the bling if we don't eat together then it's no team
I spit crack headphone therapy for you fiends
NJ spitter 973 hitter no triggers I'm looking at the bigger picture
Make the picture bigger running tracks I got blisters
Can't nothing hold me back but I won't forget ya it's Time
I'm going hard bae and you know it pays
I got my mind straight to get it every way
Ain't no stopping me to seeing brighter days
I need a great escape just to get away
It's the getaway I gotta getaway it's the getaway I gotta get away
It's the getaway I gotta get away it's the getaway I gotta get away
Written by: Terrence L Bradley, Todd J Bradley Jr.
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