Christian Mariconda - Out of the Way lyrics

{Verse 1} I think I’m better off to hit the streets and start to hustle Selling drugs making money on the corner huddle Coming home family shame be the hardest type of pain Had a new job lost that gig in 3 days Guess my mental state was thinkin how I hit the stage Third of the brand split the power three ways Me You Lazz it’s our time get these gains What would man's do when he’s fu*kin desperate? Starve myself into a state when I’m shooting weapons Killin all the innocent they’ll never ask this question Christian you betraying do you ever learn your lesson? Would I listen to the people I be holdin precious? Listen to myself cause I’m controlled by my obsession yeah When the rain falls down I get the best expression Yeah yeah expression {Hook} Kissing on the devils thick thighs Mm that’s a delicious apple pie (It's so delish) Sweating like the summer in July Like the summer in July {Chorus} Ehh I’ve been lost and found In the dark tunnel running making up the ground So Going pound for pound With the snakes in the grass that don’t make a sound Pressure taking place yeah Pressure sets the pace yeah Pressure ties the lace yeah Pressure on my face {VERSE 2} Cmon Peer pressure Peer pressure That’s the motto dream killers use Aka majority of Brampton is afraid to lose Risk taking isn’t something they choose Got me feelin like an artist with a bunch of loose screws I don’t think you understand what a poet goes through On a path far from bosses few of them ever knew (Knew) I’m In the belly of the beast Being desperate for a feast Only killin fu*kin beats You will only be a leach Won’t be broke for too long Kendrick saving me a seat Cole is saving me a seat Kanye saving me a seat Mr. Miss Jacks 3 stacks saving me seat Fact of the matter Distraction will be having me {Hook} Kissing on the devils thick thighs Mm that’s a delicious apple pie Sweating like the summer in July Like the summer in July {Chorus} Ehh I’ve been lost and found In the dark tunnel running making up the ground So Going pound for pound With the snakes in the grass that don’t make a sound Pressure taking place yeah Pressure sets the pace yeah Pressure ties the lace yeah Pressure on my face