Somethin's Gotta Give

[Intro: Kutt Calhoun and Tech N9ne]

Hello? Whassup up nigga. Ah shits slow motion man. I know shit's been fucked up since we been on tour man, you now what I'm saying. You ain't really happy about the way shits been going but we bout to hit this road again man, get some more of this skrill, you feel me. It sound good man but you know shit, the fans ain't feeling this shit nigga, you know make a nigga wanna go back to hustlin' you know what I'm saying man. Time gets hard out here nigga you know I'mma do what I gotta do dawg foreal

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]

I crawl up from under a rock and I dust my shirt off

Stagger my pants and proceded to wipe my smirk off

Cause what I saw was something crazed

This cold world done forced me back into my evil ways

I asked the lord for forgiveness but I don't think he hear me

Every single time I reach in my pockets I come up empty

The fans don't make a difference when they solely on that Tech shit

So I ain't gotta choice but to rejoice and let the Tech spit

Let my nuts fall I'm thugging

I bust off in public

Ain't no mercy up in these streets because its rough, raw, and rugged

Don't help when the D.F.C.F steady kickin' down my door

My baby mama's on some bullshit tryin' to raise the child support

Walking tall in my hard hat, trying to protect my brain

And I'm pulling esayall to keep my mama off the cain, it's so insane

I'm feeling reckless doing your body harm

I wear my bitches as a necklace and your life is in a jar

But something's gotta give!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne & Kutt Calhoun]

Kutty, I'm 'bout to take you state to state

Make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase

Something's gotta give!

Bloody, we contemplate to make you great

Don't make mistakes and make this day tryna make your way

I said something's gotta give!

Kutty, I'm 'bout to take you state to state

Make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase

Something's gotta give!

Bloody we contemplate to make you great

Don't make mistakes and make this day tryna make your way

Something's gotta give!

[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]

Money by all means is the mission

Going all out cause I can't feed my seeds with the wishing

Young, black, and I'm gifted

But don't match the description

Of some rap that you listen to

Don't grab your attention

I'm up against a cliff man

And can't fall off cause I'm too close to the edge

Gotta do something for bread

I need some wind beneath my feet

Can't pretend that this is sweet

Right or wrong search high and low I need some ends to make it meet

So don't talk to me about hell when I'mma product of these streets

I got death and jailegy from more these products from these streets

And which ever ones in stored for me I'd prolly be at peace

So at night I pray to God hoping before I fall asleep

Make it better for my children and a new life for my mother

A blessing from you truly and a father for my brothers

And if this music pay me like it supposed to watch us live

Cause if it don't then I might be going postal screaming

Something's gotta give!

[Chorus: Tech N9ne & Kutt Calhoun]

Kutty, I'm 'bout to take you state to state

Make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase

Something's gotta give!

Bloody, we contemplate to make you great

Don't make mistakes and make this day tryna make your way

I said something's gotta give!

Kutty, I'm 'bout to take you state to state

Make some cake you don't have to wait for the paper chase

Something's gotta give!

Bloody we contemplate to make you great

Don't make mistakes and make this day tryna make your way

Something's gotta give!