Y.b.c - A getright tale

O yeah that's her
Hard days at the bottom ain't no joke
Ain't have a dollar in my pocket I was broke
It's hard to stack when beef banging at yuh throat
Trapping hard bro turn that soft into coke
I pray I get to take my family ona road
Joyce gone I got no choice but to be cold
The system mad cuz GetRight they can't control
Picking bodies off we do that on the low
I seen bro gasp for air I could show you pain
I pray every time we spin we make the weather rain
A nigga got me bent I can't let em slay my name
When yuh bitch take these strokes she play out my name
On da block it got real certain niggas couldn't deal all dis agony changed my ways
I think my heart got peeled dem drugs coming in concealed I'm get GetRight till the day I Lay
My hood haunted once you in it no you can't escape
Money power diamonds put that all up on my plate
Stools piges got us out here ducking hella jakes
Y'all need to wake up New Jersey my state fucking state
If a 7 drop I swear to god we bake his face
Tyson Fury in da streets call me heavy weight
Every opp bitch I bet you I could buss 'em
Keep 'em in the trap & share 'em with my brothers
Hard days at the bottom ain't no joke
Ain't have a dollar in my pocket I was broke
It's hard to stack when beef banging at yuh throat
Trapping hard bro turn that soft into coke
I pray I get to take my family ona road
Joyce gone I got no choice but to be cold
The system mad cuz GetRight they can't control
Picking bodies off we do that on the low
It started out a few of us we was all on Spruce
We was young heads wildn leaning off the juice
We had gats & flip packs wasn't nothing loose
It was GetRight x Glow nothing you could do
We was trippin' ina streets some homies got bagged
Then the separation happened n it hurt me bad
It's crazy how niggas changed I would give my last
I still got love for 'em I put that hate shìt Ina pass
Just don't click up with my opps you'll become a pack
I take that back my feelings numb i gotta make it quickly
If I stay up in the streets that jail is gonna get me
Lately the reaper been trynna have meeting with me
Ducking no rec I want that smoke jus like a chimney
The hate spread hella fast just like a Lamborghini
Zombie tips Zombie tips I bet it make you skinny
Buss the grip tag his neck I bet it make you skinny
Am i tripping or my mind really different cuz
It's like I get crossed again someone gone catch a slug
Run up in the opps shit his brain is on the rug
This the life of the trenches ima super thug
Best believe For 718 it's all love
I could never put any gang above
Grimey Gang fuck yo life if you not us
Maybe I could change one day with just one hug
Hard days at the bottom ain't no joke
Ain't have a dollar in my pocket I was broke
It's hard to stack when beef banging at yuh throat
Trapping hard bro turn that soft into coke
I pray I get to take my family ona road
Joyce gone I got no choice but to be cold
The system mad cuz GetRight they can't control
Picking bodies off we do that on the low

Writers: Kasaan Clarke

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