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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Lamont Porter
Songwriter
Les Holroyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
EZ Elpee
Producer
Frank Zago
Assistant Engineer
Halsey Quemere
Assistant Engineer
Jamie Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Lighty Williams
Executive Producer
Oscar Monsalve
Assistant Engineer
Steve Sola
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I feel I got to (Get away)
From these streets like a fiend for crack
Pulling me back
It's real, got a **** going (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause no matter the drama or the gossip
My heart is your hood
My dawgs, ****, I rock with (Get away)
[Verse 2]
Before you get clapped
Put the tongue to two loose
Have everybody on the corner going (Ooh, ooh)
Holding they mouth, shocked as fuck
I had to just get that boy out (Get away)
And now there's blood on my Tim's
Snitches calling 1-800 crime stoppers
When they see me, they like (Ooh, ooh)
'Cause they want that thousand dollars
And not only that
Police will die to catch a fucking collar (Get away)
[Verse 3]
And I'm out here
Ain't no telling when I'll be back
Get rid of this gat
Dawg, you know I flew (Ooh, ooh)
Hell out of dodge
**** 'bout this paper
Ain't no time to be sitting behind bars
[Verse 4]
I got to get away
But fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
Well, fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
[Verse 5]
'Cause I'm not playing
I'm banging hammers on ****
Put hands on that **** like (Ooh, ooh)
Just beat shit out you
I brawl like an animal
Your whole team scrambling (Get away)
[Verse 6]
When we come through pushing new trucks
Bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us
They go (Ooh, ooh)
You take a good look, bitch
It might be the last time you see gangsters like this
[Verse 7]
Then (Get away)
'Cause somebody 'bout to die
And it's gon' be a stampede when them shots fly (Ooh, ooh)
Rip that ****, you know?
RIP, your soul just lift up and (Get away)
You out of here, ****
I'll see you on that other side, bye, **** (Ooh, ooh)
Families cry rivers
Courtesy of my ****, we terrorize rappers
[Verse 8]
I got to get away
But fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
[Verse 9]
No doubt
It's either me or you
Believe me, dawg
Know a **** like you ain't got shit to lose (Ooh, ooh)
[Verse 10]
But you walking that thin line
I'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying (Get away)
To put it past me
That ass'll be bleeding somewhere like a hemophiliac, exactly (Ooh, ooh)
Before it's too late, go at your gut
You ain't a gangster, and yes, you could get touched (Get away)
[Verse 11]
Saw it before, the Henny was talking
It wasn't him, but you know the nine stopped that (Ooh, ooh)
I swear these **** like bitches
Why is that?
'Cause these **** always laying on they back
[Verse 12]
I got to get away
Well, fuck that
Never let a **** take me out of my zone
If he trying to blow it go (Ooh, ooh)
With no remorse, kid, it's the cold-hearted
Queens ****, grimey, retarded, you now (Get away)
[Verse 13]
(Get away)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Get away)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Get away)
Written by: Albert Johnson, Holroyd, Kejuan Muchita, Lamont Porter