We Gettin' On

Yo hey girl
Yo check this out
Eli Boyer told me I get to spit on his track right?
Isn't that great?

Yeah good for you man
I hope to meet him too

So I met this guy, the other week
He was extra mean
Well let me tell you what he said to me
He said "you're fucking

Trash rap, yeah you are trash man
Your crap it is so bland
Shit belongs in the trash can"
I snapped back like

God damn, shit's not that bad
And plus it's my music
I can do it however I choose to
And it'd behoove you

To loosen up cause you're only human
It's not like you're a saint or something
Boy shut up you look stupid
He shot back with

You only rap about three things
A little bit of money, mmm
Some tits and some weed
And everybody freaks

First off, no
That's not the reason they're into me
They're into me cause I am intimately engineering
These little symphonies

And since everyone can relate I am simply
Giving it to em straight, doc
So you can thank me for the food on your plate
Before he could take off

I reached in sleeve, pulled out the ace
I hand him a joint
He looked at me
Took a hit of the weed and screamed

We gettin' on mother fucker
Yeah we gettin' on
We gettin' on mother fucker
Yeah we gettin' on
We going hard mother fucker

Uh

We going hard hard till early morn
Like fuck it, we gettin' on yeah

We gettin' on yeah
We gettin' on yeah
We gettin' on yeah

We gettin' on
Pack that kief inside the bowl and just keep it pouring
We gettin' on yeah

So this guy tried to collab
And I was like no chance
And he was like oh yeah
And I was like oh yeah

I heard your rhyme scheme
It's short of the Ivy Leagues
Not to mention the timing
And I keep a tight beat

Yeah at first he was so mad
He tried to downplay me, saying
I couldn't be put to task
I said fuck you and fuck this rap

I don't work for opinions
So you can kiss my ass
He said "but"
I said yeah "butt", exactly that

I ain't got time for this wack ass
Backpack little rap shit
If you ain't bout it bout it
Then back up bitch you is chowder he's like

I practice
I was like I seriously doubt it
Bitch you are the clown and I am the bull
And the matador

And here he was still mad
But then he came to
Quickly, good
Cause I told the man

You can rap the words to my shit
His fuckin' eyes lit up excited
While he grinned, I reminded him
The shit is still mine

We gettin' on mother fucker
Yeah we gettin' on
We gettin' on mother fucker
Yeah we gettin' on
We going hard mother fucker

Uh

We going hard hard till early morn
Like fuck it, we gettin' on yeah

We gettin' on yeah
We gettin' on yeah
We gettin' on yeah

We gettin' on
Pack that kief inside the bowl and just keep it pouring
We gettin' on yeah

So I found myself down in the foyer
This girl came up to me and she was like
Are you ELI BOYER
And I was like

Kinda sorta
She's like cool, I said yeah
It's a hard knock life
But I do what I can, she's like

I feels that
Been through a couple of things and back myself
But don't get down with these hands we've been dealt
Then she thanked me for my music

And asked if I ever get lonely
I said of course I do
Then she said baby show me
I said then

Okay boo, yeah listen to this
She said shhh
Pressing her finger across my lips
Then she came a little closer

And in came the hips
Moving her hand away
She pecked me a little kiss
She said to me

Some moments don't need to be spoken just lived
I know that you're a rapper
And that's dapper but trust me on this
You wanna collab

We don't have to speak back at the crib
She giggled, said oh yeah
Here we go
She bout to get her some dick

We gettin' on mother fucker
Yeah we gettin' on
We gettin' on mother fucker
Yeah we gettin' on
We going hard mother fucker

Uh

Yeah