Get It

I gotta get it
I gotta get it
I can't waste no time
I need all my minutes
Look at my clock yeah it's ticking
I really ain't got time to kick it
My checkings ain't got enough digits
I got a dream n I got to live it
Don't you forget it, cause I gotta get it

I got n who overlooked me lookin me over like yeah you dope
Tryna get in good with a n like what's good witcha
Yeah you hope
School days taught me it ain't bout whatchu know but... yeah you know
Told this girl I could change her life, but if she fuck this up, then back she go
I just thought I should letchu know
Mic C on that Texas flow
Off da gas like Texaco
Select Few don't tote no Reginald
I seen Cole on stage it made me think different
I knew after that I had to get this dough
Dreamed a lot but woke up from some
I'm still slept on this cause I can't let this go
Ain't got too much left in me
My momma won't be here forever
That alone is enough for me to get my shit together
Cause when you stressing over bills
And tryna feed ya fam
You selfish to ya self, but don't no one gives a damn
Only to chase a dollar
With that corporate noose hangin round ya collar You done went to college four years
Got ya bachelors but ya pay don't represent a scholars
So you forced to live ya life check to check
Which really ain't a problem
But every son ain't a lawyer and
Every daughters not a doctor

I gotta get it
I gotta get it
I can't waste no time
I need all my minutes
Look at my clock yeah it's ticking
I really ain't got time to kick it
My checkings ain't got enough digits
I gotta dream n I gotta live it
Don't you forget it, cause I gotta get it

This rap s really wearing me
I'm still in search for some clarity
Y'all don't support the talent nor the grind
Y'all support the popularity
Thats the one thing that be scaring me
Cause I don't really think they hearing me
If i don't flash money, tote guns or fuck b
Most of them probably just stare at me
Like this n not lit enough
I'm droppin gems better pick them up
Fall back focus on yourself
They quick to tell you thatchu switchin Up
But I can't let em get the best of me
Why stress over these n when I got people Who obsessed with me
Gotta good God he be blessing me
A select few who directing me
Gotta hot flame she caressing me
Some of y'all I used to run with I ain't pressed to see, especially
The very ones who hate the most sitting next to me
But the sad part behind it all is I told them same n that when I get the bag they gone flex with me•
But hey, I guess that I must be the idiot
Thinking all love is legitimate, that s is limited
Only a few who gone show it foreal
Cause jealousy's infinite
Why is you hating dawg why is you hating
Just be straight up homie why is you flaking
Say what you please cause honestly I could really care less about the s u be sayin

I gotta get it
I gotta get it
I can't waste no time
I need all my minutes
Look at my clock yeah it's ticking
I really ain't got time to kick it
My checkings ain't got enough digits
I got a dream n I got to live it
Don't you forget it, cause I gotta get it



Credits
Writer(s): Micah Canaday
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