Got It

You know they say they got it

But I got it, man

Hey, hey, ooh, hey, hey

Independence grill, mansion on top of the hill

Twenty-four inch wheels, luxury automobiles

Solid and polished, respect and recognition

Thumpers all over the house all in the kitchen

Get back skills, my **** I'm a gritter

Turn a Scottish nickel to five or six figures

Style, finesse and swag, nostalgia

Connections, plugs, killers, manpower

The gift of gap, the sales pitch of a real estate broker

Cutlass Oldsmobile, four-forty-two motor

Mannish with it, I carry it like a boss

Knock that ass down, stand over you when I let off

Never out of touch, I'm always in the loop

Side hustles, under the table loot

Mailbox money, my ****, I'm the ****

Fixture, I got my own liquor

Watches and rings, donkey ropes and bracelets

I'm having my change, paper, big faces

Wisdom, neighborhood block experience

I got game from dope fiends and pimps

Loved ones that'll bash your head in

Factors that'll call shots from the pen

Bitches, batches, broads

They love this fat ass sick with it hog

Benedict Arnold, Judases and traitors

Willie foo-foos, riff-raffs, haters

Mannish with it, I carry it like a boss

Knock that ass down, stand over you when I let off

The latest slang, the lingo and all the slick talk

The sickest flows, the illest style, unorthodox

The rapper your favorite rapper duplicate and mock

The most recognizable voice in all of hip hop

Platinum and gold records all in the hallway

Trophies, certified by the RIAA

Street credibility, history and longevity

Father and son chemistry, me and Droop-E

House to house, soil to soil, worldwide

Hella family on my momma and my daddy's side

The gift to spit, the gift to twist the pot

If I ever had to go back to grit and cooking rock

Backing soda, kilo grams of candycane

Across the street, broken down Mustang

Mannish with it, I carry it like a boss

Knock that ass down, stand over you when I let off