Out the Way Styles P

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[Intro]
You gotta mastermind to your business
It's the best thing you could do
Trust me
Hahaha
Vinny Idol, nigga
[Verse 1]
Money on mind with a gun on my waistline
Think about death if you plannin’ to take mine
Shout out to the homies that's doin' the state time
Wasn’t race related but know it's a hate crime
Niggas hate bein' broke, hate bein' late on the rent
Hustle graveyard, a nigga laid on the bench
Came from the trenches, there's a pump in the trenchcoat
I love drug money, the plug send dope
But then I had to think about the game, it's
Death or a cell or a life full of pain
Once you get the picture, you could get up out the frame
'Cause a fed shot or a headshot's all the same
I’m just gettin’ money while doin' this G shit
Me and hoe blowin’ a O, leavin' the weed scent
Probably on the plane, I don't fuck with the pre-sent
'Cause the Jakes all in it, rats and snakes all in it
[Chorus]
Stayin’ out the way-out the way of the pigs and the snakes 'cause these vermin ass niggas gon' rat
I'm about peace but I'm still up on the streets
So I'm lookin' at my piece like I left the shit black
Stayin' out the way-out the way of the pigs and the snakes 'cause these vermin ass niggas gon' rat
I'm about peace but I'm still up on the streets
So I'm lookin' at my piece like I left the shit black