Cla**ix Beats - Got It lyrics

[Intro: Justin Stone] Yeah We got it, yeah [x3] We got it [Verse 1: Justin Stone] Half will love, when they hear it Half will hate, cause they fear it Location, on top Y'all ain't even near it Fade away you can't step to me 9 to 5 ain't enough for me Your opinion means nothing though Zero cares, no stressing me Dealing with doubt in the back of my head No I ain't sleeping at all Probably the reason my eyes looking red No, no, smoking involved But it's all good Yeah it's all great Buzzing now all my exes getting irate [Chorus: Justin Stone] We got it, yeah [x3] We got it [Verse 2: Tobilla] Yeah, she want to see how I do record I'm not the n***a that you ignore I'm with the people that I do this for I'm on a job while you're truly bored Look on my dresser and see your mixtape it's a lullaby it made me truly snore Everyone focus on me like a camera because my life is like a movie score I was also my mind I did do be sure I took a couple of falls I have no one to call Now I'm stunting on ya'll You on your wave and I'm feeling like Jaws You got a problem just give me a call n***a's be sad for tweeting me While I'm out in the week And blowing a refer The God of n***a is tweaking Also just keeping my brain out the deep end I ain't been sleeping What's the point cause I wake up and live what I'm dreaming She call my name like its Jesus You can just give me a beat and I'll k** it I'm always speaking the L-spit f** all 'em dodgers, I'm still sick Now you haters gotta deal b**h Real sh** Yeah, shouts out to my n***as [Chorus: Justin Stone] We got it, yeah [x3] We got it [Verse 3: Willis] Tell me where the check that'll ease my stress That'll make me whole Tell them I be from the land where the aces stand and the base is sold Gimme the pay full Hip hop head with a faceless skull On college ave Was a raging bull Chasing Daisy I'll take the toll This was never supposed to happen Nah, nah OG's rolling and told me to stick to rapping Aye Aye Now I'm in the middle of it all Bet I wreck it The record'll be corrected when I show them how misfit get this tall living in big city where scene so small Aye Half asleep I'm throwing cigarette ashes again Been out my mind and going crazy rolling backwards again Having terror dreams of h**n taking over my brother's mind been riding slow My mind is fine So save it for another time I'm fine [Chorus: Justin Stone] We got it, yeah [x4]