Get Back To It (feat. Ryan Westbrooks)

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Yea (yea)

Aye (aye)

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Uh (uh)

Yea (yea)

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Yea (yea)

Aye (aye)

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Uh (uh)

Yea (yea)

Father, forgive me

I got family I should grieve

Blame it on pinned up aggression

It just landed on this dweeb

He could've timed it better

Fans wanna hear us rhyme together

Since he got me on they mind

I'ma be on his mind forever

People fighting for they life right now

But this the kind he want

**** writing for a wife out loud

But jit be lying at home

If you hype him up to write shit down

He'll (Mrs) sign to don't

He ain't bright enough. Just pipe it down

Cause this the time I'm on

That's why I don't pop out, or show ****

Don't got a reason to

If I show out, I pop ****

That's what G's will do

But now it's What Would Jesus Do?

Is it cause I see me in you?

I'm also At War With Myself

And I confront them demons too

Like I confront this one in front of me

I think that demon's (you)

I don't even wanna say it

The Universe'll deem it true

And I say with a lil' less love

That I have left in me for you

But what's left for me to do?

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Yea (yea)

Aye (aye)

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Uh (uh)

Yea (yea)

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Yea (yea)

Aye (aye)

Gotta get these fuck **** out the way

(Gotta get these fuck **** out the way)

And get back to it

(And get back to it)

Uh (uh)

Since you asked

You wanna know how you lead the way

Without leaving the state

Punk the loudest **** speaking

That way, you don't need say

Make his loved ones

On a daily basis, ask if he ok

And then let him spiral out about it

After he see it late

I can't ask him for a beat now

When I rap, don't need his fate

The captions that he keep inside

His drafts ain't even safe

Long list of people he done crossed

And that's gone be the day

He shrink his head

And think of that

Not rap bout me and play

I'ma just green the button

I don't be seen in nothing

I don't do memes or nothing

I don't wanna leave him nothing

Na, I wanna see him up it

Na, I wanna see what's uppy

Dog ****. He a puppy

Y'all **** need him. Fuck him

Baby, go get some money from him

Y'all don't even need to fuck him

Baby, go get some money from him

Y'all don't even need to fuck him

Baby, go get some money from him

Y'all don't even need to fuck him

Y'all don't even need to fuck him

Y'all **** need him. Fuck him

He a sucka

I don't see a problem

When a man love his city

Say my name sittin' down

He ain't no stand up just witty ****

You threw yo logo over Loso

He Cashville

They might not notice that

I know. So yo ass will

I cried praying for him

I didn't wanna son him

Done done it all. Done done it all

So I done him

Hit a nature trail

I don't it take it well

When yo mouth be running

You understand my answer now, dummy?

I hate that I gotta be a piece of shit

To show a piece of shit he a piece of shit

But I'ma put my self out there and use suicide

Knowing I lost people that way

And the lesson I'm tryin' teach you is

When you poppin' yo shit it's real shit going on

But you don't think about that

Cause you a sucka

Rest In Peace my dog Ryan Westbrooks

Talk to 'em

**** had me fucked up

Thinking loyalty was everything

I'm looking like, where the fuck was that loyalty when that pressure came?

Top floor of the Marquis Marriott

Fuckin' some bad bitches

After we just ran through a bag at Magic City on like five strippers

Damn, like where the fuck did that love go?

Now you ain't answering yo phone, like where did cuz go?

Homicide at my bed, but I ain't budge bro

Bend, fold, or break until this day, and it made me cutthroat

Now both y'all dead, and all this pain I put it in my hustle

Things in my brain that remain, and I don't even touch it

Shit inspired my grind

It made me who I am

That's why I choke these dead presi's with these rubber bands

Fuck up a check and get it right back

This that life rap for hurt n

This that ice pack

This shit ain't sprite cap

Don't get it twisted, get yo life snatched

Can't get yo life back when it's gone

So get yo paper right or wrong

You my dog, ****

Did it myself

I get it out the mud

Risked it myself

Now **** I'm the plug

I been betrayed so I can't trust a hug

I just want funds

I don't want yo love

Did it myself

I get it out the mud

Risked it myself

Now **** I'm the plug

I been betrayed so I can't trust a hug

I just want funds

I don't want yo love

I hate bullies

Why the fully

Am I pushing you around

Spiritual protection's

Something you should be

Looking into now

It's different over here

I hit you with the good magic

Make examples out of anybody

And say look at him

(Watch this)

Look at him

Na, look at him

I don't think he's who he thinks he is

That's why I look in him

Don't make me put them hooks in him

I'm up against the devil in him

I got them demons shook in him

Once upon a time lot of us were in pain

Ya homeboy came through actin' all strange

I understand life, and life goes on, and wrong knows right, but right knows wrong

A sucka pop shit cause he thinking that he hot

For smoke I got mirrors. Only fear is that he not

A Cashville story. I put him in a plot and twist it, and put wisdom in the dreads that he got

You see they really busters, and I'm really with the shit

Aight

It's mother fuck 'em if just wanted to diss

Aight

I'm on GoGo mode, and these **** ain't Slick

Aight

If they ain't proper eat a big fat dick

Aight

I'm bout to bring back having pride in the city

Aight

Don't gas me up cause I'ma ride. Is you with me?

Aight

Who looking for me? I'm outside. Come and get me

Aight

It's cause my spirit bling blinging. Their's shitty

Ask him if he

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight

Na for real (check on him)

Somebody asked him if he aight

Cause he the odd type

And this ain't what I been on

Tryin' to keep it godlike

Maybe it's God not me

It's God not me, not me

Maybe it's God not me

It's God not me

Maybe it's God not me

It's God not me, not me

Maybe it's God not me

It's God not me

In all seriousness, though

Suicide ain't nothin to play with

But like my dog said

We Play four Keeps

(Better know that I'm playin' for keeps)

You got my number

If you need to holla at me hit me up

Or whenever you alone

And you sittin with them thoughts

And you thinking about it