Yolla...as the music plays on Zigzagging to through zones Could be the truth about myself that I'm trying to break free from Can't end up like the rest of my boys It's either stay locked down or live life in the streets -gotta make your own choice
I need to break out Get free from these locks Waiting for the moment be sitting on top Waiting for the moment to be sitting the top I need to break out Free myself up outta these locks Had turn into my own super hero All these nights I spent sweeving corners -once I was that dealer Studio time taking the sun out the long days Frito lays....constantly concentrating on a blessing to bring upon change
Yolla....Yollaaa...Yolla Wearing a sour face Must be from that lemon squeeze and Ciroc on the taste Tonight I'm not letting one drop of it waste Zeros....zeros...zeros....zeros...Been dreaming bout millions everytime my head hit the pillows Right not Im starting somewhere in the middle
Hook: I need to break out Get outta these locks Tired of these cops circling the block I need to break out Get outta these locks Tired of these cops circling block Handcuffs exist to hold to hold me and my brothers down Repeat 2 times
Missing the family from here send shout outs I miss em For all of my doubters in my lyrics I diss em My head is on straight now from beliw feet where I strengthen
Embracing whatever comes its coincedental hiw ai rearranged my mentals And proved to the world I got much potential Being birth from the mother was nit accidental
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🎵 144bpm; Emin
good melody
Ty!
To all the underground artists like me wishing you the best of luck making it to the top ☝️
💎🌊
Me and this cloud together can work this thing out
Even if nobody's around
🌊🌊
Yolla...as the music plays on
Zigzagging to through zones
Could be the truth about myself that I'm trying to break free from
Can't end up like the rest of my boys
It's either stay locked down or live life in the streets -gotta make your own choice
Birth thug from the womb
Let the saga continue
Quietly creeping - my head covered with my hands in pocket so don't get that confused
Some no longer here- but I can still hear the struggle in their voice
I need to break out
Get free from these locks
Waiting for the moment be sitting on top
Waiting for the moment to be sitting the top
I need to break out
Free myself up outta these locks
Had turn into my own super hero
All these nights I spent sweeving corners -once I was that dealer
Studio time taking the sun out the long days
Frito lays....constantly concentrating on a blessing to bring upon change
Yolla....Yollaaa...Yolla
Wearing a sour face
Must be from that lemon squeeze and Ciroc on the taste
Tonight I'm not letting one drop of it waste
Zeros....zeros...zeros....zeros...Been dreaming bout millions everytime my head hit the pillows
Right not Im starting somewhere in the middle
Hook: I need to break out
Get outta these locks
Tired of these cops circling the block
I need to break out
Get outta these locks
Tired of these cops circling block
Handcuffs exist to hold to hold me and my brothers down
Repeat 2 times
Missing the family from here send shout outs I miss em
For all of my doubters in my lyrics I diss em
My head is on straight now from beliw feet where I strengthen
Finally earned the chance to show these so called boys the proper way to be out here pimping
Embracing whatever comes its coincedental hiw ai rearranged my mentals
And proved to the world I got much potential
Being birth from the mother was nit accidental