Ady B - Get It (feat. Dyemond Lewis) lyrics

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Ady B - Get It (feat. Dyemond Lewis) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ady B] Under-appreciated, underrated, underestimated Why you livid? How you living? That lifestyle morbid you replaced the morphine With the gas blowin you out of your orbit Got an extraterrestrial flow like you came straight from outer space, it's time to evacuate this place Imagination is psychedelic It's not what I was expecting back then as a kid when I thought I would become a jake f** a cop without a Glock they wouldn't be playing Anyway I gotta tell you we ain't rocking any bands in our pockets yet You're champagne popping ridiculously be rocking that Louis while you starving, sh** Owning sh** you can't afford thinking you the sh** Y'all ain't sh**, gotta copy the next Everybody be biting each other's style, each other's personality I can't trust any face cause I know they all the same That's why my circumference is small today I can show you how to be a winner How to handle all them gold diggers They showing me them doors the couldn't and wouldn't open theirselves Getting expelled is something normal when you're constantly getting repelled I gotta spit it how I live it Love it? You gotta get it how I serve it [Hook: Ady B] You gotta get it how I serve it You gotta get it just the way I serve it Get it how I serve it You gotta get it how I serve it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it how I serve it [Verse 2: Ady B] Lemme get that sh** one more time blood Listen, look Now find somebody with a stronger accent A gringo with possession over circumspection The lack of empathy really ain't to question They get but don't give back oh that misconception Know that, reality is just a false perception Alive or just breathing oh that misconception Y'all playing huh Best believe that I can do it though Everybody asking "Ady B man where that money go?" Everybody be complaining bout the money which is mine and I'm investing in that music sh** Nah I ain't selling dope, anymore Drug money but I never overdosed Whatever will happen I just know I gotta get it yo Get it, get it, get it Know I gotta get it yo Aight Dyme get these motherf**ers man 47 what up [Verse 3: Dyemond Lewis] f** you and everything you stand for Know you rolled put a lit on it jack Why you scared to get up and get it yo riddle me that I spoke to god and he put the battery in my back I want the cheese so I learn how to cook with the craft A mac with cheese a lil gangsta to match I'm a old soul with a gold mind You don't understand what that's like No ?? just ?? and catch up at midnight I got the right to be confident Maybe far just me and my accomplices And some witnessers And motherf**ers that don't deserve but want some credit Baby hold it down while I had it hard no viagra But look at me for once and done be looking at the camera I'm just being blunt like what's in my hand Inhaler since the freedom exhale to my asthma And the hotbox like I smoke screen The window stay rolled keep the poison out Smoke loud just to keep the white noises out I ain't racist in fact I love white faces I keep a safe full of it homie just in case Save it for a rainy day that's the umbrella I'm over they heads they stay under the weather Focus more and you'll have less issues That's why I keep it locked like palm ??