Get Back (feat. Rasual & Hutchthegift)

Been a long time coming niggas know the team
It's my job not to fumble
Sell out the staple center then we headed overseas
Take down my number
Maybe I'll hit you when I
Get back
Ain't no promises saying
Maybe I'll just hit you when I
Get back
Don't hold your breath, don't miss a step, because

It's a hot summers night in the middle of August
Run my fingers through your hair as we listen to goblin
Light the second blunt
And then this car past by with these bright ass light
And we both was like fuck
At the same time
Then we chuckled to ease the awkward tension
I couldn't bring myself to speak the things I thought to mention
'Cause knowing me most likely I probably over thought it
Was selling dreams but noticed no one bought it
Figures as such
I'm not the player type
I like to watch scary movies and smoking late at night
If you talking then say it right
Feel I'm a simple person
But I tried to speak my piece and they missed the purpose
Figures
Long time coming long time seen it go
So I show up to every meeting till we meet the goal
Long winded running through life like it was mine
I swear I dreamt this shit a thousand times

Been a long time coming niggas know the team
It's my job not to fumble
Sell out the staple center then we headed overseas
Take down my number
Maybe I'll hit you when I
Get back
Ain't no promises saying
Maybe I'll just hit you when I
Get back
Don't hold your breath, don't miss a step, because

We can't go where there is no rhythm
Butter pecan cones in the rear view mirror
We can't fold it's a code to this religion
We stand toes on foreheads with precision
We bring warmth to them cold hearted feelings
Heater on another LA summer killing
Street sweepers roam government control the pigeons
If they lock you up you gone nigga forget it
Soak up all this game told lil bro come and get it
2016 I would take a pound and go flip it
I could talk my shit but I'm just on the toilet with it
Baby from the beach so she a little spoiled with it

Nigga you don't see me fucking calling you
What the fuck
Imma hit you in a minute
No nigga answer the fucking phone right now
What the fuck
Who you with
Where you at
You ain't got time for nobody no more

Been a long time coming niggas know the team
It's my job not to fumble
Sell out the staple center then we headed overseas
Take down my number
Maybe I'll hit you when I
Get back
Ain't no promises saying
Maybe I'll just hit you when I
Get back
Don't hold your breath, don't miss a step, because



Credits
Writer(s): Rasul Shabazz
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