Get Mine

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Uh, first off, eat a dick, try to tell me I ain't work hard Where I'm from yeah, I could be worse off, life is a bitch, it was her loss But I made it through the pain like a tattoo, turned me to a young nigga with an attitude What it do? Ain't shit changed, west side, you know the fucking name It’s Kid Ink baby, came real far, back then yeah they used to call me rock star I'm still a rock star, 2 fingers up, like one just ain't enough, ah Uh fuck the world now we making love, been doing this shit you niggas making up Fast life full shift, never breaking up, I got bars nigga, never breaking up, you hear me? [Chorus: Kid Ink] Yeah we came a long way from nothing Made it through it all so it must be something Better get ready, tell them we coming Never back down, even when they all fronting I gotta get mine Get it go, get it go, get it go go I gotta get mine Get it go, get it go, get it go go [Verse 2: Kid Ink] Yeah, cause they ain't gon' give it to me, take shots but they ain't sending to me Want something done right better do it nigga, on the wild ride with a bunch of fluids in us Been letting nigga slide like a playground, anyone wanna tell them there’s enough to go around Yeah, it’s going down, beef ain't nothing but a quarter pound, ah And I'm ill, cancer, gon' bust a move like a soul train dancer Yeah I'm on they heads, antlers, can you feel the fire, campers? You already know who I roll with, Alumni, Bat Gang, better get focus Uh they all looking hopeless, just tell them you can hold this [Chorus: Kid Ink] Yeah we came a long way from nothing Made it through it all so it must be something Better get ready, tell them we coming Never back down, even when they all fronting I gotta get mine Get it go, get it go, get it go go I gotta get mine Get it go, get it go, get it go go [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Believe that, I'mma need that, please no opinions if I ain't ask for your feedback Look, nigga, we that Stevie Wonder can see that, all of these shows sell out, and all of my hoes can see that Wait, niggas relax, I'm in the son, B-act but take it, drop a tape on tour before they miss us, we back real Nigga respect anywhere that we be at still, niggas special when reach the level we at kill Jealous niggas catch the case but we gonna beat that still, cash rules everything that nigga we got bills My seat back, Dickie pockets with G' stacks, play with me wrong, I promise you get lead too fast Yeah I sing that, said that we achieved that, built the shit out from nothing now Baling my reflex nigga, where you came at? Baby yeah where'd you be at? We killing competition, no condolence, get the Kleenex on Pissing on pots at the repass Full time grind no recess Expensive ass pussy if I need that Baby suck it so good, I'm like "Damn, where your teeth at?" [Chorus: Kid Ink] Yeah we came a long way from nothing Made it through it all so it must be something Better get ready, tell them we coming Never back down, even when they all fronting I gotta get mine Get it go, get it go, get it go go I gotta get mine Get it go, get it go, get it go go