make away

I had to make away /I had to make away /I had to make away /I had to make a way. I’m tryna Blick, the crowd I’m tryna to see wat he bout I might just run to his house. I’m tryna take his spouse Don’t get caught on the Internet you can get Internet And I’m not with the tick for tech get hit in the head like that Spit on his niggas like I am a lama 40 tucked under my belt line You can tell I work for Osama Cause I’m with all the drama Turn you to the bottom of red bottoms Your family just knew he was dead probably You ever jumped out the trashcan On your best friend that you thought was your best friend He caught 22 with no blessings Who he thought he was checking Old Cemetery fresh obituary Who he thought he was fooling