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Artiste:
Reuben Vincent
Titre:
Gotta Get It
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(Hah, hah) Yeah Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh Yeah Aye Gotta get it I gotta get it, get it, gotta get it (Yah, yah, yah) Gotta get it, uh Uh Uh, aye Queen City raised the King Since the Hornets can't do it, ma, I gotta win a ring My parents never married, I carry the flag of a lone star Like where they was raised 'fore they bared me Please, don't compare me to any of my peers in this Like Shakur, I done shed many tears for this I got God from my mom and the sins from my father But I'ma break Barriers like Bartеr I coulda went to Harvard But see, I chose a HBCU then droppеd out, tryna be Shawn Carter At NCAT passin' blunts, dickin' down daughters Thinking to myself like "I gotta go harder" Ain't nobody better than, better than I ever been Was heaven sent just to travel through hell again They sayin' if it ain't trap, I'll never win I couldn't give a fuck like I'm celibate It's evident that... Yeah Hey I gots to get paid No church in the wild if we tryna get saved They say... Yeah Aye I gots to get paid Got family to feed, ain't no time to be afraid Hey Aye, and I still need a lot of dough Lot to cope, being raised in survival mode Watchin' my momma take her check and paid tithes I love God, but we ain't gon' pay the bills with the Bible though My religion was the mission And if it isn't love, then I find a New Edition The blind lead the blind 'til they find the truth is missin' But me, I was a realist, never was superstitious Listen, uh What's the profit if these people gain the world and lose they soul? That's why I learned to stack it and lay low It's war where I'm from, Soulja Boys hold Dracos Halle Bailey, fuck around, give a boy a Halo I was more Basquiat, couldn't do the SAMO Shit as everybody, though they tried to make me change though I'm still tryna put my momma in that Range Rove' Stayin' ten toes 'cause I know how the game go (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah) Aye I gots to get paid No church in the wild if we tryna get saved They say... Yeah Aye I gots to get paid Got family to feed, ain't no time to be afraid Hey