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Get Up (Feat. Mariel Jacoda)

Game don't wait (heavy. wait.)

Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind motherfucker can't be late (hold up. wait.)

Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state to state (shit)

No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates

Banana clip is a paper weight, paper mate

Tally how you're married to the game

She fuckin' everybody but you still put a ring on it, on it

Keep it one hunnit, homies

Home is where the homies

Home is where the homies got your back

Get your backpack get

Back to the block, bring it back to the block, shit

Slangin' crack beats cracks into [?]

But the Glock cocked back, lay another body flatHere when they turn on the street lights

Hustle till they cut em' off, that's the street life

Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale

That's how I get mine, that's how I get it

Hustlin' is a habit

So they say

This is for the G's who wasn't trippin' and never knew any other way

Other ways of gettin' money, not many do not require a degree of separation

From the streets you gettin' paid in

In which the degree of difficulty is extraordinarily high

And she high while doin' it, so see why

Somebody who isn't from it might not understand how you body a body in other words

(I'd like to just kill a man)

And still a gram is a gram and nobody is Instagramin'

They killin' on Cypress Hill and they still is squeezin' the hammers

Police is beyond the scanners, these sum of sequius bandits

And brandish [?] function

You fuck a [?] fashion that flash on a motherfucker

You fuckin' seeing the passion forgetting the hunger

This the jungle, time to get active and crack it so acrobatic it'll flip in the set

But set's up and no second guessing here in the street people sweating for the money

Here when they turn on the street lights

Hustle till they cut em' off, that's the street life

Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale

That's how I get mine, that's how I get itNo time for wifey's babies or other collateral damage

Checking for snitches, they be the ones order tacos in Spanish

Always thinking that they blendin' in

But then sending them telegrams to the rollers; they bitches

Not meaning [?], fuck it, ain't no explaining

Get the fuck up and push cocaine

All these fuckers gon' sleep all day

But if you suck up [?] one of these bucks

[?] if you lacing up them chucks no Taylor Gangin'

This shit is grimy and dirty, clothes stankin' while you slangin'

Get up out to the blacktop

Backpack for the crack rock

Take [?] the cops at a spot where they knock a neighborhood watch

Watch him

Learn the code if them eyes are closed

That means he sleeping on his feet and been out in the cold

And if he flashin' the gold, he either new or want action and got back up on the toes

Study all of your fractions, get up on the honor roll

Roll the marijuana then flip the hoodie up and get ghostHere when they turn on the street lights

Hustle till they cut em' off, that's the street life

Got the chrome on my hip and a bud for sale

And if you trying to take this spot, better think twice

It's a [?] time, your fucking with my life

I'ma do what I gotta do to get my mail

I gotta get mine, I gotta get it

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