Just Getting By lyrics

by

Quin NFN


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, bow, bow
Huh, huh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ain't talk to judge no budge I'ma lie under oath
Right or wrong I'ma stand on this sh*t that I quote (Damn)
They ain't foreal when they making them posts
I was broke couldn't imagine me losin' my home
Losing my head I don't know who to trust
I stood for hours to wait on the bus
I turn 42 hundred dollars to runtz got it all off of rap
I ain't pullin' no stunts
I got the spot that they ain't passin' up
Claim that he have him but ain't have enough (Ain't have him)
The feds steady givin' these n*ggas a deal
I'ma stay out the way 'cause it ain't adding up
What you know 'bout the loss tryna say you a leader
They really just mad 'cause I'm feedin' my pеople
I let them sеarch everything in the car
They ain't find none but hoes and a little bit of reefa
Don't play with the equal my face still encrazed
Lost every patna' I'm still living life man (gone)
No need for a lazer we shootin' precise (Pew, pew, pew)
They know the quimby I'm point like a knife
I'm lot from the block you could tell I done prospered
I hate a hoe that let everybody knock her (She young)
She got the clap like
And ain't ever seen dog her
Bake him a cake might throw him a party for real
I can't help but to try to get even (b*tch)
I ain't go lie I done took a few L's in the streets
But it's smoke every time n*ggas see me
My heart made a goal but it's cold like a penguin
I leave n*ggas rats they just don't got a reason (Huh, damn)
I'm a boss man up Nieman's (Ha)
Diamonds on me got a cheeser (b*tch)
I put a 30 ball up for this coupe
Go to the kid get him whooped for a suit
I made a valor speak nothing but the truth
I left a mark when I walked out the booth
You n*ggas never seen nobody die
Lil' n*ggas tellin' then everybody shoot
I feel my Granny look down from the sky
She kept it real like she know how to do
She fell in love with a thug
I suit up and take a b*tch right to the hood huh
n*ggas go making them statements
Get down on them streets like everything good huh
Don't respect misunderstanding's
'Cause everything supposed to be still over stood huh
This right here is a Hellcat
Yo' n*ggas drivin' the engine that could huh
Standing on business don't know how to lect'
That n*gga broke he don't know how to grind
First thing first I'ma get to the rest
Give a f*ck 'bout a image slang 'em some mind
Blue face Rollie call it guacamole
I bought me a trophy it took me some time (Ha)
I was 16 when they threw me a six figure deal
Flew me out tryna get me to sign
She wanna f*ck on the top dog
Gave her the hotdog
I'm tryna hit from behind
They tryna copy the sh*t that I make
If you wanna go up get a different design
Her baby daddy a rapper but when I come clappin'
She only want listen to mine
n*ggas be actin' like they have emotion
But they really broke and they just getting by
[Outro]
Damn n*gga
Ain't getting broke and they just getting high
n*gga you broke how the f*ck you getting high
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