Get By

That was the warm up, that was the warm up, baby

Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and I'm up outta here

One, yup, yeah.

Lord, please forgive me for my sinning

I ain't saying that I'm finished, but I'm praying in advance

Cause the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Yeah, ball game

I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans

When a ***** took the chance and came to the big city

My beat machine the only ******* thing I had with me

Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cooking up crack

But them fifteen credits had a ***** off track

Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes

The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor's

But mastered this rap s**t

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I never crack, I got that Chapstick

I practiced till that s**t made perfect

And served it to the people on a silver platter

Now where's the ladder?

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter

Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though

'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral

We never tattle, let God handle that

Or let the mob handle that

No Soprano, half black, half white; I'm a piano

I'm an animal, my video on Discovery Channel

I'm a beast when my s**t hits the streets, these ****** cease to exist

Like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me in the Ville

In the state of NC

*****, if I ain't back home, I'm up in NYC

'Bout that money probably like a ******* robbery

But I ain’t jacking

I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slacking

I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slacking

Hey, take a hard look at my drive *****, no hacking on my s**t

I'm straight smacking ******, straight tagging ******

Yo, I freestyle and **** you ******, ya'll be wilding and I'm out