Getting Good
Verse: 1
Sitting in a rented truck
Brand new city
20 thou waiting on us
To hit da stage n get busy
Thinkin like wtf
Lord what I do to deserve such blessings
Lord only u
Could provide such lessons
That kept a n***a breathing
When so many face the wrong directions
I coulda been a coke boy
Like so many of my bredren
It don't take much to get s**ered
By bigger dawgs
When u want ur sneaks fresh
Or u can't feed ur mother
Pops on the run like cops after um
Two weeks
Four weeks
Stomachs growls
Energy weak
That's enough to crumble in this beast
Devil all in my ear
Each time I swing
Chorus
Verse: 2
Middle fingers up
As they point they trigger finger at us
Screaming f** the cops
This is world wide np
Ea mobb
Park ave boy
U know me
But big bro took me
Straight out that heat
Flames all burning
This is hell we roam in
Guns
Drugs
Murders
Shootouts
Plugs
Rat a** n***as
Chest with mics
Phones illegally bugged
But
Look how a n***a made it
n***a we made it
Betty Crock n the bank
Look how we caking
Racks n my pockets
Tryna spend a lil
Still watch the rats tryna profit
n***a we getting to da betters
Better weeds
Better eats
More better blues
Liquids
Cars n shoes
But I'm just tryna provide a**istance to the youth
Like
Chorus
Lil n***as
Verse: 3
I know what I said on verse two
But this ain't to be glorified
The thug Shyt
Is hopeless
Another mother with sore eyes
That can't be fixed with tissues
A lost son
Is Americas biggest issue
Black lives matter
Wtf is this the black guys mantra
This ain't goin save us
f** cops that k** us
We murdering our selves
The life starts way before the cop get u
Lil kids getting supported in school
From cla** work
To basketball cheers
To his first swim n a pool
It's a process
Sometimes u gotta tell ur mans the truth
If he ain't Shyt
So be it
U can't feed the mouth u produced
U just as much as a s**a as the n***as that would snitch on u
f** the chorus
Put the pen down
Turn ur tubes off
Get back to real life
It's propaganda what they feed on TV
U live here
U know what's going on
U know who be drawing
Wiling
Tryna strong arm
We need to take this back
U got babies tryna play thugs for rap
Guns on tap
Talking bout how he hold heavy
N goin split up backs
Blocka
Before he could even read his raps
Cause n***as don't write
n***as just hype
Dick ride the wave
Which made us zombies
A bunch a lames
In a destructive lane
Underr heavy reign
Of government control
But though we still all crabs in this bowl
As I see the sun peak thru
I know it's goin get so much better for u
It's getting good
Getting so good
I could taste those fruits
Liquor so good
This da aged grape
Life getting so good