Just 2 Get By ScHoolboy Q
"Just 2 Get By" by ScHoolboy Q, released in 2016, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the pursuit of success against adversity. The lyrics reflect personal challenges and the need to persevere. Unique elements include a soulful beat and introspective verses, resonating with listeners facing similar hardships.
[Intro]
"You talk like a fucking punk, Q"
"Fuck you, man!"
"Yo, chill!"
"No, fuck chill! Check yourself, Q!
You gotta snap some collars and let them motherfuckers know you're there to take them out anytime you feel like it!
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to!
Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as well be dead your damn self!"
"You tryin' to tell me I ain't shit?"
"I ain't tryin' to tell you shit. I'll tell your mama you ain't shit"
[Verse 1]
I'm just ridin' through the city
Not really havin' no pity for these motherfuckers
Bloodsuckers with they hands reachin'
Cause my preachin' got 'em thinkin' I'm really eatin'
So to speakin', my lyrics got my breath reekin'
Yes, I your rap sire, picture God spittin' fire
All you fuckers' feel my flame, burn the Earth once again
Tired of this world of pain, put the trigger to my brain
Release me from this terror
Kill the virus that requires more desires
Fancy chains, fancy whips, different houses, different bitch
I swear to me I hate this shit
Cracker judges smokin' vics
Never leave him with a limp, kill a nigga, no attempt
Money's the root of evil when I'm the Devil
Bury yourself
"You talk like a fucking punk, Q"
"Fuck you, man!"
"Yo, chill!"
"No, fuck chill! Check yourself, Q!
You gotta snap some collars and let them motherfuckers know you're there to take them out anytime you feel like it!
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to!
Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as well be dead your damn self!"
"You tryin' to tell me I ain't shit?"
"I ain't tryin' to tell you shit. I'll tell your mama you ain't shit"
[Verse 1]
I'm just ridin' through the city
Not really havin' no pity for these motherfuckers
Bloodsuckers with they hands reachin'
Cause my preachin' got 'em thinkin' I'm really eatin'
So to speakin', my lyrics got my breath reekin'
Yes, I your rap sire, picture God spittin' fire
All you fuckers' feel my flame, burn the Earth once again
Tired of this world of pain, put the trigger to my brain
Release me from this terror
Kill the virus that requires more desires
Fancy chains, fancy whips, different houses, different bitch
I swear to me I hate this shit
Cracker judges smokin' vics
Never leave him with a limp, kill a nigga, no attempt
Money's the root of evil when I'm the Devil
Bury yourself
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