Don Toliver - No Option lyrics
Caleb Zackery “Don” Toliver
[Don Toliver - No Option lyrics]
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, the block or a coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a hitter like me
So I, stack it up, got this shit poppin'
I had to make it out, I had no option
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, the block or a coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a hitter like me
So I, stack it up, got this shit poppin'
I had to make it out, I had no option
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, the block or a coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a hitter like me
So I, stack it up, got this shit poppin'
I had to make it out, I had no option
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, the block or a coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a hitter like me
So I, stack it up, got this shit poppin'
I had to make it out, I had no option