Get it up niggas, get it up On the road to riches I'm a get it up My grind is relentless I'm a get it up My shine is ridiculous I'm a get it up I'm a get it up, I'm a get it up Fresh out the box like a pair of nike airs it's slick For the green like sebastian telfair The shields in this bitch We seek and destroy Your boy got a mind like sigman freud see the lawyers and the haters got me paranoid But I see the finish line so I'm going for it we the streets choice, We don't need no awards You can clip the wings and we still gon soar U lame as niggas ain't spittin for shit dump truck niggas you garbage pale kids Got my swisha in my hand and my 5th on tuck One thing on my mind and that's gettin it up Got money to the ceiling Bags full of white Strapped young gizzle? You goddamn right Snitch this week better think twice Even 3 times cause I bust mine I'm a get it up I'm a get it in Homie came through when he cashed out 10 26's now ridin on thangs Straight to the spot I ran through the change The 100's and them 50's homie Ain't shit new the whole task force know me Keep a sack yea the whole hood on me It ain't all bad but it ain't all good homie Me and slick pulla bball sting fyi we tote them things Parked lambo then I hopped in a rarri hopped out a rarri then I hopped in a bent. Brought a 100 thousand with me all that spent now I'm standing round like where that went Now gt stil blowin my dro I'm a get it in make it cost some more Stackin to the ceiling dog Bird in your backyard Fuck the safe deposit dog The fans tryna take it all Niggas still foldin money I ain't even holdin money I been left the trap and them niggas still owe me money Still gettin it up I'm tryna get up But it's hard to leave the streets b4 a nigga fucked up Money ain't the root of evil it's the love of that motherfucker 3 the hard way stick together like blood brothers Family come fore everything one twenty for the pledge We speak for the real niggas If I'm lyin them I'm falling dead b4 I be broke receiving death or them cuffs I'm going all out cause I'm tryna get it up Me and slick pulla bball sting FYI we tote them things FYI We tote them things
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