[Chorus]
They say the niggas tryna bury me
I’m just tryna get this cake
With the presidential face
So I don’t let that shit faze me (I ain’t worried)
These pussy niggas don’t worry me
They ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from me
They gon’ have to bring their own
I got all my weapons on me
By any means I’m gon’ get it
Niggas shouldn’t play with life cuz I end it
Niggas tryna play with mine, they gettin’ finished
Either way, I’m gon’ get it
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Kids need new shoes, daddy gotta go and get it
Daddy gotta go and risk his freedom just to go and get it
Daddy just get caught, now the judge won’t free me
Moms can’t raise em on her own, homie, my kids need me
Mess on, gloves on when I handle my business
Landlord don’t wanna hear that I’m tryna get it
The gran do, it’s pants damn back in yo shit
Lose the foof ova my head, I ain’t havin’ that shit
For my sons I aim and my daughter Aaliah
If a nigga don’t respect her, jus I’mma fire (bang)
Then take em jewels off, he ain’t gonna need that (gimme that)
The next time, I would drew it worse, ended up(?)
Them bullets hurt, look at all that blood I made ya spit up
You chockin’ tryna talk, sound like ya got the hiccups
Got this by any means neccesary, even if that mean
Makin’ the mother watch her only son get buried
They say the niggas tryna bury me
I’m just tryna get this cake
With the presidential face
So I don’t let that shit faze me (I ain’t worried)
These pussy niggas don’t worry me
They ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from me
They gon’ have to bring their own
I got all my weapons on me
By any means I’m gon’ get it
Niggas shouldn’t play with life cuz I end it
Niggas tryna play with mine, they gettin’ finished
Either way, I’m gon’ get it
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Kids need new shoes, daddy gotta go and get it
Daddy gotta go and risk his freedom just to go and get it
Daddy just get caught, now the judge won’t free me
Moms can’t raise em on her own, homie, my kids need me
Mess on, gloves on when I handle my business
Landlord don’t wanna hear that I’m tryna get it
The gran do, it’s pants damn back in yo shit
Lose the foof ova my head, I ain’t havin’ that shit
For my sons I aim and my daughter Aaliah
If a nigga don’t respect her, jus I’mma fire (bang)
Then take em jewels off, he ain’t gonna need that (gimme that)
The next time, I would drew it worse, ended up(?)
Them bullets hurt, look at all that blood I made ya spit up
You chockin’ tryna talk, sound like ya got the hiccups
Got this by any means neccesary, even if that mean
Makin’ the mother watch her only son get buried
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