Out Of The Streets

(альбом: Grandson - 2023)

Ha, hahaha
DJ on the beat so it's a banger

I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Gotta stay strong 'cause my granny getting weak now
I got that call, now a nigga can't sleep
And I been stuck in Miami for a week now
I'm like, "God, why You doing this shit to me?"
You cannot quit, you gotta get back on your feet now
I'm tryna climb but this mountain looking steep
And if you miss, I'll be there for the rebound, ooh
I'm just tryna make it out the streets

I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I done made something out of nothing
Givenchy bubble coat puffing (Frozen)
Sipping a controlled substance ('Kesha)
Half a milli', fill a duffle (Easy)
Roses red, hundreds blue (True)
Drugged up to the moon (Up there)
Slow motion better than no motion (How?)
Ferrari truck, vroom-vroom (Skrr)
Trenches in me even though I'm thanking God I made it out (Yeah)
Million in my bank account, still take a couple noodles down (Ha)
Nigga make me mad enough, I'll drop a bag and paint the town (Go)
They been talking long enough, go tell 'em come and do something now (Get nervous now)
Yeah, Bagg

I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, now you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

If you tryna make it through the week, keep for it
We be in the trenches, gotta sleep with the foreign
Momma if you lose me to the streets, then I failed you
I won't last me 'til that cell to lil' boy I used to sell to
I jumped off the porch before this rap shit, we gone
And I still think about poverty, I get racks 'til we caught
Running through racks like Serena
I just wanna pack out arena
No, I can't lack, I keep gun
I get back, I could be Von