"Getting Out" lyrics

If you in it, ain't no getting out
It's either die, go to jail, or get a bigger house
The only options are those, I got this figured out
I mastered the in-and-outs of how to win in droughts
If you in it, ain't no getting out
It's either die, go to jail, or get a bigger house
The only options are those, I got this figured out
I mastered the in-and-outs of how to win in droughts

You blame her for your bad slides
Now you tryna be dependent without her 'cause it's tax time
I chose to whip it like the pot touched me
'Cause even a Ville nigga feel better when he not dusty
She won't mention that her head in it
I paid the lights, when her pussy had power but her crib didn't
My life is self-done, took a toll
But seeing OG's in skirts most definitely hurt the soul
Cold sweats when I nap a bid
'Cause the streets left me scarred like the female rappers did
I got the powder, always ask for
Where I'm from, it's obituaries and visors and on the dashboard
I think the label think I sell butter
And I could give a flying fuck about your sales numbers
I had a cell number before a cell number
Serve it in front of me and I'ma end up with your sale number

If you in it, ain't no getting out
It's either die, go to jail, or get a bigger house
The only options are those, I got this figured out
I mastered the in-and-outs of how to win in droughts
If you in it, ain't no getting out
It's either die, go to jail, or get a bigger house
The only options are those, I got this figured out
I mastered the in-and-outs of how to win in droughts