No Way Out by Soul The American Dream Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Ay see I’m ripping them tags
Ay Came from no riches but rags
Ay I’m just securing the bag
Ay Happiness will get mad......
Niggas thought i wasn’t good enough
Hoes played me, wasn’t hood enough
Death Row, wasn’t Suge enough
Putting em on, wasn’t one of us......
Bob Jackson, gon run back
Where the shooters, where the guns at ?
Where my smokers, where the lungs at ?
4rd & 1 we don’t punt that......
Cowboy, call em Prescott
Gun & bible like tek spot
All my dogs be around me, fur coats like pet shop.......
No way out, calling Banga
Skeletons in closet, fresh to the death, on hanger
Strangers round you, calling danger........
Street talks, heard you snitching
Thought you gangsta, locking niggas up
Enduring a nigga stitches, by the way I just play the cut
I’m just yelling out jelly fam, by the way I’m just laying up
Moving metal, youngin weighing enough
Owe me money, better pay me up......
I don’t say shit, never talk much
Do something, nigga walk up.....
Do something, nigga walk up
(Hook) 3x
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags
(Verse 2)
Did me dirty, never said nothing
Brought alive, had dead something
Want war nigga ain’t nothing
All around me, niggas ain’t fronting.....
Bigger cousin with hammer
They behind all the cameras
Got family in Atlanta
Shit em like a pamper......
Nigga said he weirdo
Run up on him, nigga scared tho
Jeeper creeper, like a scare crow
Step on him with yeezy, matter fact need a pair tho
Light temper, never cared tho
Jump on em, it ain’t fair tho
Free my niggas that ain’t here yo!!!
Ruff Ryder, with the dogs
Roc fellla, in his jaw
Hit em hard, bet he crawl
To glass to the wall..........
Betty Crockett’s, get the cake
Cut the grass, watch the snake
Eating good, plastic plates
Say you real, but you fake......
Midtown, what that sound like
Hi-hat for the sound bit
Looking good, what the crowd like
All my youngins, on that wild life......
Say nothing, what what !!!
Say nothing, what what!!!
(Hook) 3x
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags
Ay see I’m ripping them tags
Ay Came from no riches but rags
Ay I’m just securing the bag
Ay Happiness will get mad......
Niggas thought i wasn’t good enough
Hoes played me, wasn’t hood enough
Death Row, wasn’t Suge enough
Putting em on, wasn’t one of us......
Bob Jackson, gon run back
Where the shooters, where the guns at ?
Where my smokers, where the lungs at ?
4rd & 1 we don’t punt that......
Cowboy, call em Prescott
Gun & bible like tek spot
All my dogs be around me, fur coats like pet shop.......
No way out, calling Banga
Skeletons in closet, fresh to the death, on hanger
Strangers round you, calling danger........
Street talks, heard you snitching
Thought you gangsta, locking niggas up
Enduring a nigga stitches, by the way I just play the cut
I’m just yelling out jelly fam, by the way I’m just laying up
Moving metal, youngin weighing enough
Owe me money, better pay me up......
I don’t say shit, never talk much
Do something, nigga walk up.....
Do something, nigga walk up
(Hook) 3x
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags
(Verse 2)
Did me dirty, never said nothing
Brought alive, had dead something
Want war nigga ain’t nothing
All around me, niggas ain’t fronting.....
Bigger cousin with hammer
They behind all the cameras
Got family in Atlanta
Shit em like a pamper......
Nigga said he weirdo
Run up on him, nigga scared tho
Jeeper creeper, like a scare crow
Step on him with yeezy, matter fact need a pair tho
Light temper, never cared tho
Jump on em, it ain’t fair tho
Free my niggas that ain’t here yo!!!
Ruff Ryder, with the dogs
Roc fellla, in his jaw
Hit em hard, bet he crawl
To glass to the wall..........
Betty Crockett’s, get the cake
Cut the grass, watch the snake
Eating good, plastic plates
Say you real, but you fake......
Midtown, what that sound like
Hi-hat for the sound bit
Looking good, what the crowd like
All my youngins, on that wild life......
Say nothing, what what !!!
Say nothing, what what!!!
(Hook) 3x
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags
I’m just secure the bag
Come from no riches but rags