Get Back

Imma get mine putting grit grind
Blood sweat and tears into my sick fly
Lit lines listen kid ain't ever gonna switch sides
Flipping zips like some fucking burgers on a grill right
Just hit me and I swing by hell
I guess just call my cell the zip line
Feel like it was something like my fifth fight and my bitch at the time
Asked me if I ever lost a fist fight
I said guess she said no I said good job ya guessed right
I've been training for a fight my whole life
Don't give a fuck bout ya weight list height street rep get right shit don't matter when em' fist fly
Men eat raw bitches only like they fucking fish fried

When I speak it's a defeat for niggas
No reason to defend him
He know he trash bitch
Got on my feet tried to stay out the street
Seen him stack up the re
Had to get off my ass
I call up A.T hit the borough of queens I don't work for the T
But we laying down tracks they see how we be try to duplicate me
But one thing they can't copy or scan is these facts
Tell them to get back
I swear I had it up to here I'm going for the big bag
To match the baggage from the year sitting on big stacks
Feel like I stacked a couple chairs
Ima drip for all the reasons family ever shed a tear
Fuck what I said I hate to curse
But fuck it man I swear
I fucked around and lost my mind I might've found the shit on here
Man y'all better get back
I swear I had it up to here
Y'all ready for the get back?
Well you better watch out
Cause I just might back
I go tasmanian devil
If I spin it's tornados
I'm tearing up all of the beats
I'd take the yellow brick home to get where you going
They blowing like okc
I had to slow they ass down
And sound out the words like look bro ok,see?
You know I start from the ground
I built myself up
Yea something like planting a tree
The leaves get blown
My root's in the ground
The bugs all around that don't phase me
I'm used to monkeys on backs
And snakes in the grass
Thank god I never changed on me