Go Out and Get It

He's gotta tell the truth right?
Alright
I've had my cape on lately
I've been tryna save the past
I've been talking to the soil
And a million blades of grass
I've been feeling good
But I know feelings fade fast
Some days I really feel as if I'm boutta crash
But I can't slow down now
No time for a breather
I gotta get this money
Lord knows, my family needs it
We were just a kid
Smoking weed under the bleachers
Came from the bottom baby
We were the breachers
Sunday for the preachers
Save it for the sinners
Y'all know me something like
Greens and chicken fried dinners
This gon' be okay
That's what the man from church said
I've seen a diction fuck up a family firsthand
Anytime I'm stressed out
I can hear my homies voice
In my head telling me, "To stay calm my boy"
Anytime I'm stressed out
I can hear my homies voice
In my head telling me, "To stay calm my boy"
(I hope you know that
I've been thinking 'bout you I hope you know that
I've been thinking 'bout you
Every time I hear that song playing
I'm thinking 'bout you
I hope you know)
I can be the thing
If I could get my doll back
You can have the money in the bank
Yeah all that
They been telling lies on me
I've been stating all facts
I just let it slide
Homie I just had a ball bat
With jealousy
They don't wanna see you win it
People love to see you lose
They don't wanna see you win it
Motherfuckers get the drip
But you stay focused on the businesses
Then I tell all of them to listen
Get off your ass yeah get it, get off your ass
Staring at the skyline
Got a million on my mind
Reminiscing 'bout the times
That we get high
Just right
We used to roll back
Roads in that old lap
I hit a shell
To catch a sail on that cold pack
Roll around,
Someone tell me what are you known about
Old town, no it's not fuck with us
And it's going down
Place where the sinners and saints are both safe
Private planes where they fill up the plates
With cocaine
And there's no plane
I guess that plane doesn't exist
Then how the fuck did I get here?
I'd need me a landing strip
I'm struggling to get a grip
I really can't handle it
When it's relationship
I always mismanage it
But a change is coming
I can feel it in my bones
In a room full of people
I feel like I'm alone
This is poetry, emotion
Tales of the broken
God loves the underdog, I feel like I was chosen
(I hope you know that I've been thinking 'bout you
I hope you know that I've been thinking 'bout you
Every time I hear that song playing,
I think about you I hope you know)
I can be the thing
If I could get my doll back
You can have the money in the bank
Yeah all that
They been telling lies on me
I've been stating all facts
I just let it slide
Homie I just had a ball bat
With jealousy
They don't wanna see you win it
People love to see you lose
They don't wanna see you win it
Motherfuckers get the drip
But you stay focused on the businesses
Then I tell all of them to listen
Get off your ass yeah get it, get off your ass
Anytime I'm stressed out
I can hear my homies voice
In my head telling me, "To stay calm my boy"
Anytime I'm stressed out
I can hear my homies voice
In my head telling me, "To stay calm my boy"
I can be the thing
If I could get my doll back
You can have the money in the bank
Yeah all that
They been telling lies on me
I've been stating all facts
I just let it slide
Homie I just had a ball bat
With jealousy
They don't wanna see you win it
People love to see you lose
They don't wanna see you win it
Motherfuckers get the drip
But you stay focused on the businesses
Then I tell all of them to listen
Get off your ass yeah get it, get off your ass