Gettin' By

[Verse 1:]

No champagne bottles but we celebratin'

Just a bunch of weed smoke how we elevatin'

We've been hella patient but our times come

Played the background, kept it silent

Now bring the drum, let's vibe one

Time for my nigga's trapped in the slump

And for my nigga's that's been down since day one

This our glory, the platform is set to tell our story

The bottom dwellers went from rags to riches

From the beat up buggy to the platinum sixes

The baddest women show off our existence

Paper plate eating, we the fendi print dishes

We was dead broke trying to make sense with struggling times

With good time wishes the stars we wished upon

Now ever align now the gold on our necks got a grill and shine

All gold king with a scholar mind

I studied the buildings while building mine

I got an empire fine high like the Guggenheim

No picasso, martinez when I'm jotting rhymes

See I see life at an incline

Everything gets better with a little hard work and time

So I hard work my grind

Now my whole team can shine

And we elevating like a Lebron

Don't shout BCG until our times up

Tell the buddha monk turn the bass up

I'm bout to outrun these nigga's tell them lace up

Was once far behind now I'm way front

Outrun em nigga's tell them lace up

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We seen hard times so I put them in the rhymes

And drag through the dirt trynna call sides

Been through hell now let the gods shine

An outcast from the far side

Who made a mob tie from rough beggining's to a smooth ride

Roll up the buddha now let's get high

For my nigga's locked down trying to get by

I swear to God my nigga's this is our time

[Verse 2:]

Remember broke days bumming black and milds

Trying to relieve stress that was passed down

Sipping pints of gin trying to pass out

Chopping grams of raw trying to cash out

Cause illegal was the only way out

Didn't see another route we was all in the house

Watching boyz in the hood trying to figure it out

Didn't want to be Ricky and get gunned down

Cause before the scholarships hollow tips passed out

So the hoop dreams deflate and I need food for plate

And momma's rent late

So these pockets full of stones and this.38

Will all seal my fate

It's a dirty game and when I get these stones off

We gunna celebrate

A stone cold killer who don't hesitate

A heavyweight for the cake

Ain't no featherweight

I snatch a chicken out his coop

And let the feathers shake to soothe this belly ache

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