J. Cole - Get It Lyrics

from:  The Come Up Mixtape

Gotta get my groove back, you know?
It's been a little minute,
Yea
Yeah
Uh,
Label me greedy, but see me finish what Petey started,
From Carolina where n*ggas spray like graffiti artists,
The south n*gga, n*ggas used to think we retarded,
And slow as hell, but well well, now we regarded as the n*ggas. (yea)
I f*ck with non rapping n*ggas, non clapping n*ggas,
N*ggas is real, y'all is action figures. (ha)
Ain't into acting bigger than I really am,
Ain't no two ways around it, motherf*cker I'm the man.
Where the beef at?
Back in the days I ain't even go out for recess,
A n*gga don't play, man, I been living okay.
Been up in Queens where they 'rid of those foes,
And n*ggas GATs got bodies like video hoes.
It's J.Cole, you not f*cking with just any old flow.
I'm like the '95 Penny, you like Penny '04,
No disrespect to my favorite player,
N*ggas praying a n*gga never see the day a n*gga rich,
so I'm slaying n*ggas, yea.

[Chorus]
This is for my n*ggas tryna make it,
Watch out for them evil ass n*ggas tryna take it, uh,
They love to see a n*gga dead up, in jail,
Living in a world where we set up to fail,
But I'ma get it, n*gga I'm finna to get it.
I'ma get it, n*gga I'm finna to get it.
Yeah
I'ma get it, n*gga I'm finna to get it. (yea)
I'ma get it, n*gga I gotta get it.

N*ggas in the streets, no,
N*ggas blessed beats,
I got that priest flow, heavenly.
You gonna cross over if he reach for the rock,
Just a figure a speech for the glock,
From the Ville, where police know the heat flow a lot. (yea)
Like our beats yo, its hot,
N*ggas laid out,
Caught a fake n*gga centerfield its cause they played out,
Watch our boys fade out, n*ggas tryna hate,
If he only knew my dick's in his dame's mouth,
Just made out, came out the woodworks,
Now they tryna peep a n*gga footwork.
I'm getting real green, y'all n*ggas playing on some good turf,
Fake money, scared money, never make money,
And a n*gga never fear nothing but God,
F*ck a facade,
I'm just focused on stuffing my pockets up with them wads and sh*t,
Hundred thousand dollar deposit sh*t,
Been dreaming 'bout millions since a n*gga was five or six,
And so I strive, I'm the God, this some bible sh*t,
N*gga I,
Yea,

[Chorus]
This is for my n*ggas tryna make it,
Watch out for them evil ass n*ggas tryna take it, uh,
They love to see a n*gga dead up, in jail,
Living in a world where we set up to fail,
But I'ma get it, n*gga I'm finna to get it.
I'ma get it, n*gga I'm finna to get it.
Yeah
I'ma get it, n*gga I'm finna to get it. (yea)
I'ma get it, n*gga I gotta get it.

Tell em Geppettos my n*ggas is ghettos with Scarface dreams,
On the block with the hard hate, that's all they seen,
N*ggas killing n*ggas in broad day on all they screams,
Watching cops loving car chase scenes,
N*ggas arrested,
Treat us like roaches, the prison's n*gga infested.
They hate to see the day we ain't slain, n*ggas invested.
All created equal looks like equal to a less than,
Depending on your race, or depending on your address, man.
I've been blessed, was given less and but still progress, man,
I hate to see the position my n*ggas left in,
Slay dope or n*gga you slave for minimum wage,
Ashamed,
But we living in the cage, so n*gga get paid, sh*t,
How could I tell a n*gga not to hustle?
Yea its a better life my n*gga, but it's not for us though,
Instead they wanted us to break,
They never wanted us to make it, yea,
To my n*ggas smart enough to be smart enough to take it, n*gga!

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