Get Yourz Now Songtext
von Bad Azz
Get Yourz Now Songtext
What?!
Gotta get mine (Where my phone at?)
Gotta get mine (Ayy, check your phone)
Running out of time
Running out of time
Gotta get mine (You got to come into the White House)
Running out of time (You ain′t answering
The phone, tell the page to get back)
Running out of time (Motherfuckers, you tell 'em it′s on right now)
Ayy, ain't nothin' gon′ stop us from doin′
Our motherfuckin' thing, goddamn it
From sunrise to sunset, one life, one God
The universe, and a prayer out to the blocks they don′t care about
Send hope, to every hood filled with hopelessness
And hope this is enough to get the hustle back crackin'
Now you can tell this story to your friends back home
Back home they missin′ bags, 'cause a nigga been grown
So long to all the homies that God called before me
Man, without y′all here, me and the homies gettin' lonely
Wonderin' who gon′ be the next to experience death
It get deep around here, for real, hold your breath
Just thinkin′ 'bout you lookin′ at the stars as they glistenin'
It′s hard to put the puzzle together with pieces missin'
In the places where the love is gone with no traces
Tryna eat or sellin′ drugs, we gone, we catchin' cases
Upstate behind concrete walls with sad faces
And the freedom cost more than a house, so we ain't sleepin′
I′m stuck, tryna touch me a buck
And can't grind ′cause the haters and the punk one-time
I keep a strap at the homegirl's spot, if it get hot
We get that and give ′em all we got, we hit back
Think twice about bringin' your gat to where we at
We nothin′ nice when it come to all that, and fuck a bite
I'm too much in love with life and gettin' cash
And I don′t know how long it′s gon' last, you understand?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry ′fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I'll be out of my mind
I′m lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I'm on the grind, 'cause you
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry ′fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin′ my life too much to be wastin' my time
I′m on the grind
Just drinkin' this hot wine and dealin′ with hard times
And keepin' my feet in shoes, the horrible evenin' news
It only shows you bad what happen to somethin′ good
They funny ′cause of the money, what happened off in the hood?
They replaced the love with hate and different drugs
I tried some and liked 'em and tried ′em again
Pills will seek me in, where we goin' from here?
′Cause what you showin' me real, I only do what I feel
I got love for real niggas from here to over there
All my Long Beach niggas that keep it real enough to feel
All my Jersey niggas that keep it real enough to feel
You can feel me ′cause I'm real and I'm killin′ just to live
Where my New York niggas that keep it real enough to feel?
All my Georgia niggas that keep it real enough to feel?
Where my Texas niggas that keep it real enough to feel?
In Arizona, they be killin′ just to live, what?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin′ my life too much to be wastin' my time
I′m on the grind, 'cause you
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I′m lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I'm on the grind
From a helpless child to a hopeless man
I got faith that′s overshadowed in this hopeless land
Where money split friends apart
And broken hearts cause guns to spark, but we pray it don't start
They say it′s all bad, but it's not
They say it's all good when it could
Be, that′s really how it should be
We would be real, that fear and static kill
We help each other to live knowin′ how hard it is
All of this, this is dedicated to y'all
For life, one love, my nigga, get your thug on
It′s a real cold thing to have to kill just to live
In these Long Beach streets ain't really made for the kids
It′s a real cold game to have to slang just to eat
And a low-down shame you got that thang just to sleep
See, niggas like me, we be real enough to feel
You can feel me 'cause I′m real and I'll kill you just to live, what?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I′m lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I'm on the grind, ′cause you
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I′m on the grind
California niggas, we be killin' just to live
′Cause Chicago niggas, they keep it real enough to feel
All my Oregon niggas, the ones who killin' just to live
′Cause Louisiana niggas keep it real
And what about my Michigan niggas, the ones who killin' just to live?
′Cause in Arkansas, they keep it real enough to feel
Down in Florida, y'all, they keep it real enough to feel
Out in Vegas, they be killin' just to live, what?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry ′fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin′ my life too much to be wastin' my time
I′m on the grind
Imagine that
You got the whole world out here killin' just to live
That′s a goddamn shame
You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine
Put a rush on it 'cause we runnin' out of time
Ain′t no time to waste, ain′t no time to procrastinate
You better get on the good foot right now
Yeah, 'cause later might be too late
Yeah, we on a mad mission
Take me up out of this bitch
Gotta get mine (Where my phone at?)
Gotta get mine (Ayy, check your phone)
Running out of time
Running out of time
Gotta get mine (You got to come into the White House)
Running out of time (You ain′t answering
The phone, tell the page to get back)
Running out of time (Motherfuckers, you tell 'em it′s on right now)
Ayy, ain't nothin' gon′ stop us from doin′
Our motherfuckin' thing, goddamn it
From sunrise to sunset, one life, one God
The universe, and a prayer out to the blocks they don′t care about
Send hope, to every hood filled with hopelessness
And hope this is enough to get the hustle back crackin'
Now you can tell this story to your friends back home
Back home they missin′ bags, 'cause a nigga been grown
So long to all the homies that God called before me
Man, without y′all here, me and the homies gettin' lonely
Wonderin' who gon′ be the next to experience death
It get deep around here, for real, hold your breath
Just thinkin′ 'bout you lookin′ at the stars as they glistenin'
It′s hard to put the puzzle together with pieces missin'
In the places where the love is gone with no traces
Tryna eat or sellin′ drugs, we gone, we catchin' cases
Upstate behind concrete walls with sad faces
And the freedom cost more than a house, so we ain't sleepin′
I′m stuck, tryna touch me a buck
And can't grind ′cause the haters and the punk one-time
I keep a strap at the homegirl's spot, if it get hot
We get that and give ′em all we got, we hit back
Think twice about bringin' your gat to where we at
We nothin′ nice when it come to all that, and fuck a bite
I'm too much in love with life and gettin' cash
And I don′t know how long it′s gon' last, you understand?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry ′fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I'll be out of my mind
I′m lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I'm on the grind, 'cause you
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry ′fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin′ my life too much to be wastin' my time
I′m on the grind
Just drinkin' this hot wine and dealin′ with hard times
And keepin' my feet in shoes, the horrible evenin' news
It only shows you bad what happen to somethin′ good
They funny ′cause of the money, what happened off in the hood?
They replaced the love with hate and different drugs
I tried some and liked 'em and tried ′em again
Pills will seek me in, where we goin' from here?
′Cause what you showin' me real, I only do what I feel
I got love for real niggas from here to over there
All my Long Beach niggas that keep it real enough to feel
All my Jersey niggas that keep it real enough to feel
You can feel me ′cause I'm real and I'm killin′ just to live
Where my New York niggas that keep it real enough to feel?
All my Georgia niggas that keep it real enough to feel?
Where my Texas niggas that keep it real enough to feel?
In Arizona, they be killin′ just to live, what?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin′ my life too much to be wastin' my time
I′m on the grind, 'cause you
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I′m lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I'm on the grind
From a helpless child to a hopeless man
I got faith that′s overshadowed in this hopeless land
Where money split friends apart
And broken hearts cause guns to spark, but we pray it don't start
They say it′s all bad, but it's not
They say it's all good when it could
Be, that′s really how it should be
We would be real, that fear and static kill
We help each other to live knowin′ how hard it is
All of this, this is dedicated to y'all
For life, one love, my nigga, get your thug on
It′s a real cold thing to have to kill just to live
In these Long Beach streets ain't really made for the kids
It′s a real cold game to have to slang just to eat
And a low-down shame you got that thang just to sleep
See, niggas like me, we be real enough to feel
You can feel me 'cause I′m real and I'll kill you just to live, what?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I′m lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I'm on the grind, ′cause you
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry 'fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin' my life too much to be wastin′ my time
I′m on the grind
California niggas, we be killin' just to live
′Cause Chicago niggas, they keep it real enough to feel
All my Oregon niggas, the ones who killin' just to live
′Cause Louisiana niggas keep it real
And what about my Michigan niggas, the ones who killin' just to live?
′Cause in Arkansas, they keep it real enough to feel
Down in Florida, y'all, they keep it real enough to feel
Out in Vegas, they be killin' just to live, what?
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
We gotta hurry ′fore we run out of time
No hesitation, I′ll be out of my mind
I'm lovin′ my life too much to be wastin' my time
I′m on the grind
Imagine that
You got the whole world out here killin' just to live
That′s a goddamn shame
You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine
Put a rush on it 'cause we runnin' out of time
Ain′t no time to waste, ain′t no time to procrastinate
You better get on the good foot right now
Yeah, 'cause later might be too late
Yeah, we on a mad mission
Take me up out of this bitch
Writer(s): Jamarr Antonio Stamps, David Drew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
