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Song:Get Paid
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Yeah, from the bottom, or the depths, or the bottom
We come from there, but we still here
We still breathe, so long as we got air in these lungs
We gon' get some, no matter how, no matter what
Listen
Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight
But if you not family, keep talkin' aight
Where you get them Nikes, oh you like them yeah
They lookin' good on me, you wanna cop a pair
Though it takes some time, we still love everybody
Them like, my thug sisters so I'm fuckin' every mommy
Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
As I walk through I heard them sayin' Noble do his thing
I'm goin' through this game like I'm slidin' on ice
Drive these niggas insane like I'm slidin' the dice
Supplyin' the white, but ain't nobody dyin' tonight
We fryin' the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
I bet your life, I just might stretch your wife
Stretch your dimes, stretch your dough, and stretch your time
It might sound short, then I stretch the rhyme
Nothin' but another day, no I ain't gon' lie
I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thing
Curb servin' on the corner each and every day
Father forbid me 'cause I never found a better way
Ain't gon' stop me from hittin' I see some paper I'm gettin'
Somebody tell me what's the price for better days
It don't matter I'ma get money anyway
Hearin' my speakers like I still hear my people say
Can we get paid, just wanna get paid
Man I wasn't born with it, but I'm gon' get it
Let it be known I'm on a mission for boss livin' no bullshittin'
And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothin'
And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin'
I'm my own man, own plan, been that way
Lost my father shit got harder man and since that day
I never ever really trusted the world again
Age 10, filled with frustration
No patience, wanted it all 'fore I go
Fuck takin' it slow, I'd rather take it and blow
I stay on the road, daily only stoppin' for my babies
I'm a hard luck, nigga keep your guard up, nigga
Large cut, get her I gotta have my piece
I'll chop it up with you man, but I gotta have my piece
You cannot be mad at me, I'm game tight on all sides
Obstacles cannot damage my pride, I manage to rise
Albeit it wasn't easy, young struggler livin' for the love of us
Outlaw!
I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thing
Curb servin' on the corner each and every day
Father forbid me 'cause I never found a better way
Ain't gon' stop me from hittin' I see some paper I'm gettin'
Somebody tell me what's the price for better days
It don't matter I'ma get money anyway
Hearin' my speakers like I still hear my people say
Can we get paid, just wanna get paid
I'm black, so I'm strapped and I'm scarred and cautious
Ain't nothin', but a day at the office
I stand alone so I cut my losses
And sometime I drink until I feel nauseous
It's not easy, believe me it's no fun
Still I chase my paper, 'til I can't run
And I was still just a kid 'til I had one
If not for bad luck I probably wouldn't have none
It's 2 G's and I just can't quit yet
The world ain't mine so I just can't sit back
I stand strong so you know I don't get checked
A born Outlaw so you know I ain't with that
My younger days in the days tryna figure out
A million ways to get paid in a big amount
It ain't a mystery, it's elementary
Cash rules and that's the way it was meant to be
How the hell am I gon', eat now I'm kinda low in the pockets
House lookin' like shit, vultures climbin' out the, sockets
But that's how it is in 23-A-N
Brick City, NJ, besides Cali is the home of the AK
I played alone, was raised alone
But at least in my heart I always felt alone
I stay, strong through all them times I'm supposed to
I pray to God daily you barely when you supposed to
Close to the money 'cause it's close to my heart
And my life, death ain't nothin' but a walk in the park
Hard times gettin' sweeter now
I guess Allah must've blessed us 'cause we eatin' now
Come on nigga
Reminiscin' on the days we was broke mayne
We kid and shit tryna get it it's a sure thing
The forecast for today said it's gon' rain
Heat showers on the block still we gon' hang
Live yours and you know I'm tryna live mine
Give yours up 'cause I ain't tryna give mine
Everybody comin' out, at the same time
Nothin' but another day, no I can't lie
Reminiscin' on the days we was broke mayne
Heat showers on the block still we gon' hang
Still we gon' hang




 

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