Go Get Em (feat. Rob49)
When my heart was turning cold
It made my head more hotter
I never seen the world that says he don't want no problem
I don't wanna go back up the road, I gotta be more smarter
But I'ma probably pull the fold with a peanut colada
Told my older sister, don't try to show her ass on me
She might feel like she got more game and try to play the homie
I'm fuckin' with what you sayin', I ain't got nothing against her
You say you real, so I'ma let you show me how you step
The present let me out of prison, I'm a keep my present
I'm a get up and run, go get him; it's on my mind, man
I'm when it's happenin'; I feel bad
I'm ready already
I'm ready already
I'm ready already
They say that dope got bitches locked, you pushin' off, Eddie
The way you bust high with that walk, they know it's off, Eddie
I spent a million at the jewelry store last summer
To get better; you can't be scared of bein' uncomfortable
I'm a raw lil' nigga, I ain't finna die takin' perks
I just went through with the formula, I prayed and it worked
I can fuck with this baby, she workin', stayin' in church
She be prayin' that I be safe, she pray that I don't get murked
Purpose specs on the bud; I guess I'm smokin' that perk
Yeah, purpose specs on that blood, yeah, I'm smokin' that prick
Yeah, niggas be movin' homicidal, then they don't want no problems
Should've thought about that shit, them niggas shout out my mama
Cry to get a project down, I'ma get a job, I'ma get a job Damn, that broker's rich
Tryna make a non-scratcher
They ain't tryna stalk and go t-shirt shit, we'll do it ourself
I ain't bout to die takin' pills
They can't just talk and run me Fs
Niggas gotta come and show me they real
We'll try to go ride the gamut, check Young Duncan live with no feel
Who don't talk too much or get niggas smacked
Boy, it's my project, I'm him
You the one who say they super solid
Niggas told on my son
Put my heart aside
My shit been broke too many times by niggas who I think rhyme
Told them don't pick that side
But niggas still went and chose that side
Told them don't cross that line, cause they know damn well they gon' die
And soon they cross that line
I've been told my Niggas
Back so big I ain't send no hitter
I make your family get you
Keep acting like we don't know you, lay your head, leave you in that pillow
And put niggas in that pickle, behind all G's, cause that's my nigga
Niggas can't tell me different
It made my head more hotter
I never seen the world that says he don't want no problem
I don't wanna go back up the road, I gotta be more smarter
But I'ma probably pull the fold with a peanut colada
Told my older sister, don't try to show her ass on me
She might feel like she got more game and try to play the homie
I'm fuckin' with what you sayin', I ain't got nothing against her
You say you real, so I'ma let you show me how you step
The present let me out of prison, I'm a keep my present
I'm a get up and run, go get him; it's on my mind, man
I'm when it's happenin'; I feel bad
I'm ready already
I'm ready already
I'm ready already
They say that dope got bitches locked, you pushin' off, Eddie
The way you bust high with that walk, they know it's off, Eddie
I spent a million at the jewelry store last summer
To get better; you can't be scared of bein' uncomfortable
I'm a raw lil' nigga, I ain't finna die takin' perks
I just went through with the formula, I prayed and it worked
I can fuck with this baby, she workin', stayin' in church
She be prayin' that I be safe, she pray that I don't get murked
Purpose specs on the bud; I guess I'm smokin' that perk
Yeah, purpose specs on that blood, yeah, I'm smokin' that prick
Yeah, niggas be movin' homicidal, then they don't want no problems
Should've thought about that shit, them niggas shout out my mama
Cry to get a project down, I'ma get a job, I'ma get a job Damn, that broker's rich
Tryna make a non-scratcher
They ain't tryna stalk and go t-shirt shit, we'll do it ourself
I ain't bout to die takin' pills
They can't just talk and run me Fs
Niggas gotta come and show me they real
We'll try to go ride the gamut, check Young Duncan live with no feel
Who don't talk too much or get niggas smacked
Boy, it's my project, I'm him
You the one who say they super solid
Niggas told on my son
Put my heart aside
My shit been broke too many times by niggas who I think rhyme
Told them don't pick that side
But niggas still went and chose that side
Told them don't cross that line, cause they know damn well they gon' die
And soon they cross that line
I've been told my Niggas
Back so big I ain't send no hitter
I make your family get you
Keep acting like we don't know you, lay your head, leave you in that pillow
And put niggas in that pickle, behind all G's, cause that's my nigga
Niggas can't tell me different
Credits
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Robert Thomas, Carl Paul
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