Out the way

Lyrics

OUT THE WAY YOUNG A-T [INTRO — LOW VOICE, DARK PIANO] (A-T...) Yeah... Huh... I been out the way, bitch. You already know what it is. (Go!) [VERSE 1 — ORIGINAL YOUNG A-T VERSE] Standin on ten about my bidness, I ain't tryna chase the fame Just tryna see my homies make it, Get my family out the way Member servin in the cut, Day by day, was making plays Keep a K for these lil pussy boi's Young A-T neva play, When I came up serving P's, They slammed my partna in a cage, Now I'm movin different ways, Prayin he see better days, Tryna stay up out the way, my temper loaded I can't play Tryna run me up some commas for them crackas try to raid, [HOOK — AGGRESSIVE, MELODIC STREET FLOW] I been duckin from them crackers, tryna run me up a bag, (yeah!) Got a couple homies locked, I put some money on they tabs, (free 'em!) I been movin through the city, got that pressure on my ass, (on God!) I ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna make this money stack, (nah!) I got demons in my head, I swear this shit been gettin bad, (damn!) Keep that blicky by my side, I ain't goin out like that, (bitch!) I been thuggin on my own, ain't had nobody watch my back, (nobody!) If I ever make it out, ain't no fuckin lookin back! (A-T!) [VERSE 2 — HARDER FLOW, SHORT PUNCHY BARS] I been ridin through the city, windows tinted, sittin low, Got some shit I keep to myself, ain't for everybody to know, I remember bein broke, I couldn't call nobody phone, Now they see me gettin money, everybody wanna be close, I can't fuck with all these people, everybody got a price, I done seen a nigga switch up over shit that wasn't right, I ain't trippin bout no friendship, I been busy gettin mine, If it ain't about no money, bitch, you wastin all my time, I got missed calls from my partna, he been sittin in that cell, Said he tired of that shit, I told him keep his head up in hell, I been thinkin bout them nights when I was posted by myself, Had a pocket full of nothin, still ain't ask nobody for help, I been makin moves in silence, I don't tell 'em what I made, I ain't flexin for no camera, I remember them broke days, They be worried bout my pockets, I be worried bout my pay, I got too much shit to lose to let a pussy in my way. [HOOK — STACKED VOCALS, HEAVIER 808] I been duckin from them crackers, tryna run me up a bag, (yeah!) Got a couple homies locked, I put some money on they tabs, (free 'em!) I been movin through the city, got that pressure on my ass, (on God!) I ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna make this money stack, (nah!) I got demons in my head, I swear this shit been gettin bad, (damn!) Keep that blicky by my side, I ain't goin out like that, (bitch!) I been thuggin on my own, ain't had nobody watch my back, (nobody!) If I ever make it out, ain't no fuckin lookin back! (A-T!) [VERSE 3 — BEAT STRIPS DOWN, COLD DELIVERY] I ain't never been the type to let a nigga see me sweat, I got shit up on my conscience, I ain't got to speak on that, Every dollar that I counted, every loss I took was real, I can't tell you how I'm feelin, I got too much shit concealed, Had to learn to watch my mouth, these niggas listen more than talk, Had to learn to watch my back, I seen the closest people cross, I got family that depend on me, I can't afford to fall, I been tryna run these numbers, I ain't got no time to stall, I don't need no fuckin entourage, I'm straight up on my own, I been tryna get my partna out and bring that nigga home, I been fightin with my temper, shit, I'm barely holdin on, They can say whatever bout me, I'ma get it till I'm gone. [FINAL HOOK — FULL BEAT, DOUBLE-TRACKED VOCALS] I been duckin from them crackers, tryna run me up a bag, (yeah!) Got a couple homies locked, I put some money on they tabs, (free 'em!) I been movin through the city, got that pressure on my ass, (on God!) I ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna make this money stack, (nah!) I got demons in my head, I swear this shit been gettin bad, (damn!) Keep that blicky by my side, I ain't goin out like that, (bitch!) I been thuggin on my own, ain't had nobody watch my back, (nobody!) If I ever make it out, ain't no fuckin lookin back! (A-T!) [OUTRO — PIANO AND FADING 808] (A-T...) Free my fuckin partna, man... I ain't changed, I just move different. You hear me? I'm just tryna get this money. Fuck the fame. (Yeah...)