[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Get it how you live it, live you how you get it, I been heading straight into the belly of the goddamn beast
Moving through the city, getting busy, situation looking sticky, peanut butter, jelly on my seats
What that means is if you isn't ready, things'll end up getting messy, leave a couple bodies in a bag
Head is feeling heavy 'cause I know I carry the weight of the world on my motherfucking head
I been looking for the gold, I been looking for the bread, everything that being sold isn't worthy of my time
Whеnever I get a hold of my mothеrfucking head, think that I can really mould something heavy from the fire
Get burnt, boy
Grab a blunt, get turnt, boy
Find out how respect is earned, boy
What you learnt, boy?
Time to put in all the work, boy
This a blessing and a curse, boy
Something tell me many aren't friendly when they looking at a man do his thing from the sidelines
Part of doing things in your own way, dog, yeah, I bet they tired following the guidelines
I just keep it moving, 'cause out here, I been pursuing a bunch of things I wanna put on my timeline
Young brown boy sick with it, get your bitch with it, you are now tuning into primetime
Big boy moves in the pipeline, when the money call, set alarms in the nighttime
Find myself in places with faces that I don't recognize, but they see me and they smile wide
Yeah, I smile back sometimes, then it's back to skipping meals when it's lunchtime
Yeah, I feel the burn full-time 'cause I'm tryna change up my skylines
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Get it how you live it, live you how you get it, I been heading straight into the belly of the goddamn beast
Moving through the city, getting busy, situation looking sticky, peanut butter, jelly on my seats
What that means is if you isn't ready, things'll end up getting messy, leave a couple bodies in a bag
Head is feeling heavy 'cause I know I carry the weight of the world on my motherfucking head
I been looking for the gold, I been looking for the bread, everything that being sold isn't worthy of my time
Whеnever I get a hold of my mothеrfucking head, think that I can really mould something heavy from the fire
Get burnt, boy
Grab a blunt, get turnt, boy
Find out how respect is earned, boy
What you learnt, boy?
Time to put in all the work, boy
This a blessing and a curse, boy
Something tell me many aren't friendly when they looking at a man do his thing from the sidelines
Part of doing things in your own way, dog, yeah, I bet they tired following the guidelines
I just keep it moving, 'cause out here, I been pursuing a bunch of things I wanna put on my timeline
Young brown boy sick with it, get your bitch with it, you are now tuning into primetime
Big boy moves in the pipeline, when the money call, set alarms in the nighttime
Find myself in places with faces that I don't recognize, but they see me and they smile wide
Yeah, I smile back sometimes, then it's back to skipping meals when it's lunchtime
Yeah, I feel the burn full-time 'cause I'm tryna change up my skylines
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