I Gotta Get It

[Chris Ward:]

Fantasies and wishes, of hustlers with riches

Drop top sixes, and old schools with switches

And though it's true the shit I do, caught me a case

The same shit I do, help out my estates

So I take heavenly dances, with felony chances

If you asking all the questions, who's telling the answers

I fill your head up with smoke, like you inhaling the branson

This money and jewelry, got these girls swearing I'm hansom

It's like I hustle for days, to get this money for years

And FED time for conspiracy, is one of my fears

So I have daily conversations, with the Lord about

How I'ma make it out, rapping or trapping out the crack house

I mean, I got million dollar schemes

And aspirations to fulfill, my million dollar dreams

And so it seems, I can't quit it I gotta stay with it

Why else would I be in it, shit I gotta get it

[Hook: Rob Smallz]

I'm doing everything, cause I gotta get it

Until, all the getting is good

And I probably ain't gon change, because I live it

From block to block, to your hood

No mistakes about it, God's watching over me

While I ride, and grind in these streets

And I'm not a struggler, homie I'm a hustler

Why else would I be in it, I gotta get it

[Slim Thug:]

I gotta get it mayn, I can't quit it mayn

Don't keep spitting, keep ticking till I hit it mayn

I'm staying with it mayn, no breaks no stops

No playing no bops, till my team on the top

Refuse to drop, my mind made I'ma be paid

Fuck waiting sitting in the shade, hoping for a better day

I'm busting down blocks, till I find me a better way

Cocking back them glocks, trying to find where the cheddar stay

Hope and pray to God, that I find me a better J

But shit for now, I gotta do whatever pay

I'm tired of sitting, and wanting and wishing

I'm getting it, grinding on a million dollar mission I gotta get it

[Hook]

[Young Black:]

Been a long time coming, from hustling and rock bumping

Smallest nigga on the block, out the pot got the spot jumping

Lord forgive me for sinning, and mama I know you hurt

But these bills keep coming, and mama you out of work

I'd rather be in the dirt, before I sit on my ass

With my hands out, begging for cash

Nigga they raised me a G, take from a nigga 'fore he take it from me

Money's the key, so baby that's all I see

I'm so blind, late nights I got this money on my mind

And a pistol in my hand, and I can't seem to lay it down

I'm out here on my grind, I hope you niggaz paying your dues

While you suckas out here hustling for shoes, and y'all suppose to be true's

[Hook]