Pouya, South Strip - Away From Yesterday lyrics
Pouya [Kevin Pouya] Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pouya, South Strip - Away From Yesterday lyrics]
Never had a pot to piss in, day one
I was on a mission broke, thinkin'
"This can't be the life I'm living"
I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
Gotta get my mama out the house
Can't work in these conditions
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
Baby Bone knee deep in the game
Told my mama years ago, "I'ma
Put you in that Range, " yeah
Look around, see killers on the mound
Chinchilla on my shoulder, point a finger
Blow you down this Pitbull get dirty
Bust a thirty in your back
Bitch, I'm flirting with the
Ruger in my mouth, yeah
So pick a route
Grab a bitch by her neck and dick her out
Fuck boy need a pap smear
'causе pussy what you 'bout, yeah
I ain't worried about thesе
Rappers bitin' styles
You could run a thousand miles, you
Would still be my child, yeah
I get high until my eyes look like Brock
I made "Half Bae" and had a thousand
Bitches in a flock all pissed off
Why the fuck these bitches wanna
Nail me to the cross?
Runnin' routes in my Maybach
I feel like Rick Ross
It's All But 6 until the bell ring
The doves fly and the choir sing
Never had a pot to piss in, day one
I was on a mission broke, thinkin'
"This can't be the life I'm living"
I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
Gotta get my mama out the house
Can't work in these conditions
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
Ayy, look, I can't trust no ho, bitch
I'm tippy tapped
Tryna take my money, girl, you dumb
Now stroke your kitty cat 2K baby bubbling
I need forty or a fifty pack hold me down
My family hoping I've been
On my best behavior
Look, uh, I've been doping
I've been tryna meet my maker
Matty focus, mama in my ear, one day
I pray I face her
At my brokest broken, bitch
You know I need my fucking paper
Hocus pocus, flip a pack, make magic
Had to make a way up
Whole gang itchin', bitch
I'm tryna bust a move
Got the whole thing with us, we in business
What it do? Toting propane, bitch
I aired the gas up out the roof
I said the whole gang itching, bitch
I'm tryna bust a move (Look, ayy)
Don't got time for shit, busy
I've been taking risks
He say he my twin, is he? I stay out the mix
I don't stand for cap, don't cap on me
Just stand on biz you say you the captain
Bet I capture your whole clique
Never had a pot to piss in, day one
I was on a mission broke, thinkin'
"This can't be the life I'm living"
I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
Gotta get my mama out the house
Can't work in these conditions
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
I was on a mission broke, thinkin'
"This can't be the life I'm living"
I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
Gotta get my mama out the house
Can't work in these conditions
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
Baby Bone knee deep in the game
Told my mama years ago, "I'ma
Put you in that Range, " yeah
Look around, see killers on the mound
Chinchilla on my shoulder, point a finger
Blow you down this Pitbull get dirty
Bust a thirty in your back
Bitch, I'm flirting with the
Ruger in my mouth, yeah
So pick a route
Grab a bitch by her neck and dick her out
Fuck boy need a pap smear
'causе pussy what you 'bout, yeah
I ain't worried about thesе
Rappers bitin' styles
You could run a thousand miles, you
Would still be my child, yeah
I get high until my eyes look like Brock
I made "Half Bae" and had a thousand
Bitches in a flock all pissed off
Why the fuck these bitches wanna
Nail me to the cross?
Runnin' routes in my Maybach
I feel like Rick Ross
It's All But 6 until the bell ring
The doves fly and the choir sing
Never had a pot to piss in, day one
I was on a mission broke, thinkin'
"This can't be the life I'm living"
I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
Gotta get my mama out the house
Can't work in these conditions
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
Ayy, look, I can't trust no ho, bitch
I'm tippy tapped
Tryna take my money, girl, you dumb
Now stroke your kitty cat 2K baby bubbling
I need forty or a fifty pack hold me down
My family hoping I've been
On my best behavior
Look, uh, I've been doping
I've been tryna meet my maker
Matty focus, mama in my ear, one day
I pray I face her
At my brokest broken, bitch
You know I need my fucking paper
Hocus pocus, flip a pack, make magic
Had to make a way up
Whole gang itchin', bitch
I'm tryna bust a move
Got the whole thing with us, we in business
What it do? Toting propane, bitch
I aired the gas up out the roof
I said the whole gang itching, bitch
I'm tryna bust a move (Look, ayy)
Don't got time for shit, busy
I've been taking risks
He say he my twin, is he? I stay out the mix
I don't stand for cap, don't cap on me
Just stand on biz you say you the captain
Bet I capture your whole clique
Never had a pot to piss in, day one
I was on a mission broke, thinkin'
"This can't be the life I'm living"
I'm livin', mixin' Xanax with Blue Ribbon
Gotta get my mama out the house
Can't work in these conditions
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday
I gotta get on my way, gotta get on my way
I gotta get on my way, away from yesterday