Gucci Mane - In The Way lyrics

You squash it , man It's a message , man If you're hustlin' for fashion Count on a n***a's pocket Boy, you turned ... in the way Holdin' the space,you're in the way Boy, I swear you're in the way Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ... You wait to squash space Would you f** n***as? Yeah, you really fake I'm afraid man I swear you n***as in the way Holdin' the space Got shot 99 times in the face You hurt you body in the play And your head in the lane We losin' breath in the rhythm I swear the trick ain't grey I got a million dollar play and it's covered the day I get a medium memo feeds to tell them to get out of the way I'm in the club, okay you are late I'm like a red nose pit You can't take sh** off my plate I take a cure for my n***as and I set it in your face You want an R&B rapper, you better listen to Drake If you're hustlin' for fashion Count on a n***a's pocket Boy, you turned ... in the way Holdin' the space,you're in the way Boy, I swear you're in the way Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ... You wait to squash space Would you f** n***as? Yeah, you're really fake I'm afraid man I swear you n***as in the way Holdin' the space How can I begin to fear What all these s**ers pretend? Talk about what they're gettin' And what they went on the weekend Where do these n***as come from? Holdin' space in the way And all the real n***as are away Can't take the pressure , gonna fall When I was younger,I stood on my tip-toe I got to go the long way Wtf do you think I stand for? Immitating a plant cause your lifestyle s**s A n***a's money is to count on You can't move for free Anything has a price If you're hustlin' for fashion Count on a n***a's pocket Boy, you turned ... in the way Holdin' the space,you're in the way Boy, I swear you're in the way Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ... You wait to squash space Would you f** n***as? Yeah, you're really fake I'm afraid man I swear you n***as in the way Holdin' the space You all n***as don't want no money You're hustlin' for fashion I'm in love with digital scales and some sandwich baggies Catchin' me in and out And I fly without no luggage We sound like we're ballin' without no budge We were running to the cars since I was a youngie Momma told me that I wouldn't make it You only got 2 options Get up and take it n***a get that money, dont know why that smile in your face And talk behind your back If you're hustlin' for fashion Count on a n***a's pocket Boy, you turned ... in the way Holdin' the space,you're in the way Boy, I swear you're in the way Got a couple of homies in the pen,standing on their ... You wait to squash space Would you f** n***as? Yeah, you're really fake I'm afraid man I swear you n***as in the way Holdin' the space