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