Go Getta

Just a young go-getter, white boy with the pack

I was man in the middle

Tuggin' that strap in these old blue dinners

Been servin' that Thrax backpack full of killer

Swirlin' that dope smoke, blowin' out the window

,pull up on a bitch late night, I just met her

She want my kids, I still ain't hit her

I still ain't rich, I'm tryin' get rich, I'm tryin' get paid

Boy sharp as a blade, outcast when it gay, got plenty of hate

People switch up and they flake, they two-faced and they face

I can't even fuck with you, man, I slid in that truck with you

When them bullets was flyin', shit, I even dunked with you

Got a clip full of hollows that cut quicker

Now I'm screamin', don't fuck with me

Trials and tribulations, I can't cope on no bitch

I don't want your relations

I don't need your love, I just need you naked

I get off them drugs

And feel so sedated

I've been ridin' round that big body

From the sticks just to hit, got my nobody

Still I get in the boot, drop a hit like I'm somebody

Someday you'll see me on top with some new money

Stuck in my ways and can't ever change

I know that fortune gon' come with the fame

You get a little money, they knowin' your name

Big house and a whip and some ice in the chain

Ain't stoppin' my hustle, got too many plays

Man, you ain't stoppin' my drive

I'm winnin' this game, that boy was my brother

Till he went and changed, now we on the outs

Like Abel and Cain, it's crazy

See young go get her white boy with the pack

I was man in the middle suckin' that strap

In these old blue dinners been servin' that Thrax

Rollin' that double smoke blowin' out the window

Pull up on a bitch Late night I just met her

She want my kids I still ain't hit her

I still ain't rich I'm tryin' get rich

I'm tryin' get up I'm just tryin' to get mine

And maybe a little on the side I've been countin' bucks

Shit I ain't never satisfied It ain't never enough

Enough for murdering my cousin

Just to help with these demons It feel like they ain't never leavin'

That shit it ain't work It's like somebody cursed me

I feel like I'm doin' this shit For no reason

I can't even front man, did this shit by myself

With no stunt man, now I'm bustin' their heads

Like a coke can Get the low from my folks

That's them old heads, what you know about it

No you don't know man I ain't trustin' a soul

Cause just like the paper I know they a foe

Put trust in their hands It could be one of your mans

It could be one of your bros Man I don't give you shits

What they talkin' bout They gon' hate it anyway

Man they talk a lot You can't get in my lane

In my parking spot 3-9 and 2-8 too fast

It'll pill out the parking lot Trappin' and rappin'

Straight out my garage And we had them drugs

Guns and bras Make the raw move

And get plugged like guitars

Just like the one on this beat

Behind all these bars

Just a young go-getter, white boy with the pack

I was man in the middle

Tugging that strap in these old blue Dunnels

Been serving that Thrax backpack full of killer

Swirling that dope smoke, blowing out the window

Pull up on a bitch late night, I just met her

She want my kids, I still ain't hit her, I still ain't rich

I'm trying to get rich, I'm trying to get rich

Just a young go-getter, white boy with the pack

I was man in the middle

Tugging that strap in these old blue Dunnels

Been serving that Thrax backpack full of killer

Swirling that dope smoke, blowing out the window

Pull up on a bitch late night, I just met her

She want my kids, I still ain't here

I still ain't rich, I'm trying to get richer