Way Out - Fresh Coast

They don’t hold me up they gon' hold me down now

We’ve been on a different route now

Tryin' to get rich

That’s my only way out

That’s my only way out

Tryin' to get rich

That’s my only way out

That’s my only way out

Fresh up out the jungle

Now I’m court side sittin' front row

100 shots it’s a drum roll

If you ain’t headed to the top what ya come fo'?

I got what they want though

Sittin' in the Pelle Pelle whippin' on the celly we ain’t spendin' we

collectin' fetti

Pay me all the hate that you sendin' me I don’t let affect me

Baby if I fed off ya energy I’d be dead already

Court of life it’ll never be adjurened

Two strikes down, now the felony to burn

Even when you lose it’s a blessing you could learn

If you do it outta love don’t expect it in return

I’m drippin' game, soak it up, who dope as us?

Bitches pourin' liquor and Coke in us rollin' dope for us

667, y’all better know what’s up

I’m out this bitch flexin', y’all try and hold me up

Traffic in left lane, puttin' baggage on a train

They stand by like the last one on a plane, I don’t fuckin' trip

I don’t got a back up plan, never runnin' lip

I’m the Titanic band, never jumpin' ship

Never graduated, fuck a cap and gown

Rockin' hand me downs, gettin' roasted by a class clown but who’s laughin' now?

I’m a dog, I’m the cat’s meow

Pussy whipped, sniffin' out the bomb like a basset hound

Sub a route for the sub tweets when she’s through postin'

Only speak from the heart, just got a new spokesman

Whip the Aston in all states yeah my crew goin'

Swoop in the telly, and the coupe coastin'

While them playin' I’m cool coachin', they bullshittin'

Turn around and I’m MJ’in' they Kuchochin'

All I need is this bath water, a few Trojans

And bank roll in the same box that my shoe’s go in

Told 'em