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letra de way the out - 22ron

[verse 1]
boom! there go the hinges, flyin’ off the door
when i perform my entrance, now that
i’ve caught your attention, i’ma show you
just what y’all been missin’, now that’s
not the first door i’ve kicked in, i’ve had to barge
and force myself into a thousand
roadblocks before this one, sorry to intrude
but i want y’all to listen, listen (listen)
listen (listen), listen to me, i got a question (what?)
who in the world woulda thought or predicted
the boy out of sydney would open a rift and (uh-huh)
find comfort and solace in this sh-t?
i jumped in with all that ambition
i loved the cathartic releasе and listen
duck down (huh), and don’t say nothin like the roots
keep your wholе face covered, i’m (pssh)
tip toein’ on a tipping point, one wrong move
i could make the whole thing plummet
keep the flow goin’ ’cause the flow so brain numbin’
never no show ’cause you know the whole game buggin’
buncha so-so little bro, no name f-ckers
but it’s no more when the four-four get cookin’
breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
fill my lungs with the cold taste of the
souls i’ma take ’til my nose can’t function
no one is safe from a ghost, can’t touch us
leave (leave, leave, leave)
go get away, hit the road, get runnin’
oh, what a day, no it’s just begun, it’s me
[chorus]
step out the way
you better step out the way
hmm-mm-mm, get out the way
you better get out the way
you better move

[verse 2]
’cause i’m comin’ in like miley
oh dear, looks like you’re stuck in the high beams (huh)
get the f-ck out my sight please
you don’t wanna lose another buck tryna fight me (yeah)
gotta spend your income wisely
look back see the destruction i leave
it’s been a bit since i last checked in
and since then if you’re wonderin’, i been (what?)
dippin’ my brush in different paints and
coverin’ walls from the skirtin’ board to the cornice
like a motherf-ckin’ toddler, only
i’m a little bit more annoying (uh-huh)
still rappin’ circles around you
like i’m coverin’ an album of mccormick
and more of a class disturbance
than that kid mabu every time i record, it’s
the slippery slope that i took
with a pen and a proper notebook (yeah)
considerin’ the fact that i got them all shook
i’m finna hit ‘em with an offer that they cannot refuse
step one: gimme the game and step two:
i’ll be on my way, please, thanks and eff you (eff you!)
left them in the rain, the wet, the mildew
never ever left a vacant section for you (huh)
keepin’ a low profile ’til i infiltrate
with the four-four style that i instigate
and the folk go wild ’cause i get them crazy (woo)
i’m all grown now, but i been this way
i done broke some tiles, but i been repavin’
i pour some grout with a mix containing
the formula with the grit and strength
that’ll hold them stuck and they still remain (tllah!)
[chorus]
step out the way
you better step out the way
hmm-mm-mm, get out the way
you better get out the way
you better move

[verse 3]
yeah, get out the way (huh)
ludacris sh-t, b-tch, get out the way
move! i ain’t slowin’ or stoppin’ for n0body
buddy, you better forget ’bout the brakes (uh)
i don’t even want ’em or got ’em, i got rid of them
and now both pedals are accelerators
now, i got a deadweight on either one of my legs
a lead foot goin’ ten-thousand ks (woo)
when i turn your ass into red mist
like spilt paprika, cast into the wind (huh)
thanos but the cl!ck is a twenty-two track album
with features, as sick as intense
i’ve spent a fair share of my time in the back
i’ve learned to develop a natural sixth sense (uh-huh)
got the world in my hand, my mind is a paddock
and i’m ’boutta expand it about 26x (uh)
watch how it all falls into the place
what you call that? you say: flawless, touché (ha)
b-tch, i’m an artist, you paint (uh), doomsday
clock de-pends on one thing (what?)
the day that i drop sh-t (huh), russian roulette
with all six bullets in the chamber, let’s hope and pray (yeah)
that lady luck remains faithful (hey!)
i’ma say it once and i’ll break you (hey!)
break ’em off at the navel
they just a paper cut to a staple (hey!)
never been the type to let the buzz down
and i never let n0body tell me what i’m ’bout
all these clowns could never come close
even though i can see ’em all doin the upmost (you better!)
[chorus]
step out the way
you better step out the way
hmm-mm-mm, get out the way
you better get out the way
you better move

- 22ron

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