Bobby Fischer - Get By lyrics

[Verse 1] Every single night, I have the same dream Of me becoming a leader, I wonder what it means I just want to see every fiend get clean Because seeing them hurts my stomach like a ruptured spleen So please God I'm beggin' ya, don't let me be regular The world is too beautiful to sit up in a cubicle When I was young my father told me, "I'ma tutor you And all the things I couldn't do, I'll make sure you will do" And he taught me through and through, that's how I made it through You can make it through anything, f** who hating you Especially when you know they probably soft as baby food You know who I'm speaking to, I'm buzzing like a beeper do My brother had one, back when he was young The phone was Samsung, the kicks were And One He told me, never to forget where you're from And with him locked and Pops gone, I had to be The One So I puff, puff, pa** while Dishy roll a dubie Even if you had a gun, you'd never hold it to me But I drop shots, drop bombs like Call of Duty Ain't nobody stopping me, watching me's to watch a movie And I'm Antoine Fisher, hitting blonde women On some "bullsh**" around the "mic", Scott Pippin The liquor got Bob spittin' that hot rhythm And I tie it all together like shoe strings, stop trippin' I'm spittin' on cla**ics, flippin' like a coin Till everyone who knows me begins to get the point I handle my sh**, like Rondo at the Point Sitting in this dorm room, handling a joint Just to get by, just to get by The way the jets fly, who needs weed to get high? If they put me on a plane, I can stop smoking Games But until a label hit me, yo I'm stickin' with the sticky I don't mean to be picky, but f** a nine-to-five I'd rather be rapping, having to do the grind Cause you know in my life time, I've had to grind Hanging in the sewer with my hands in the grime And the fam on my mind, sh** was hard to handle Working all day, eyes sagging like pants do Let me be blunt like something your man hands you I watched dudes blow, hoping I'd get the chance to Selling dime bags, stashing up the twenties Stretching my cash, selling 15 sacks for 20 Saving my change, rolling up the pennies Cause homie had to do it the "harder way" like Penny In a year I disappeared, sort of like "magic" I was sure the future for the boy was tragic In a year, the change I made is so drastic I hope to go platinum, the flow is so cla**ic I had to help kids in my town get high Thank God they were always down to throw five I had to supply, just to get by Just to get by, yes, yes, yes, I Had the scale in the drawer, my girl watched the door While I weighed out the grams, grabbed eighths in my hand And headed out the door, but that was way before I had a flow that'd bring them to their knees, sing please! [Verse 2] Yo I catch it and I run it back, like a f**ing running back Yeah boy f** with that, I'm sick boy stomach that These brats hoping school will end so they can get their summer back But, in another month, I'm a get my brother back And once they take that f**ing bracelet off his ankle I'm a have his a** hooked up like cable He been a guard for me, like Logan Mankins So on this track, boy you know I had to thank him Keep this crankin', listen to the music If you in your new whip, or at your computer If you in your Nikes, or in your Supras Just let them know I'm trying to be the "don" like Shula No foolin', I'm trying to get a check You got to pay for the tape, like Belicheck Go get a ref, even if it's Donaghy just know that money gotta be Sitting in my palm, tell Berg when I'm home it's on, I'm gone