Lil Keke - Get Paid lyrics

[Intro - spoken] Another dilemma Another problem we're faced with, man Adversity, me and my click done seen it, man I'm flipping through the pages of my diary Through my journal Just something I wrote to myself, man Lil' Keke, the Don, the truth Ya heard me? Check it [Hook] You got to catch yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Sometimes, you got to sit back and check yourself Get pai-ai-aid, get paid, n***a Pai-ai-aid, come on You got to catch yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Sometimes, you got to sit back and check yourself Get pai-ai-aid, get paid, n***a Pai-ai-aid, come on [Verse 1] Dear diary, it's time to change my soul I been living this way since I was twelve years old Doing dirt for dirt, plenty people was hurt All type of fly sh**, when you're putting in work Catching cases at early age done scarred me now I done made a little cash, they want to rob me now 'Cause the future was so bright, feeling this limelight In and out of pressure, on the real, that's my life Look at this rap game, just like this c**aine n***as sell it out quick and going for more change Got to do my thing, that's all I caught Trying to fill up the stands for a large amount So I hustle and stay strong, pray that I live long Glock on my side, every night, it stay on I swear I play on, it's serious with me I done saw a bunch of sh** and got a lot to see [Hook] You got to catch yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Sometimes, you got to sit back and check yourself Get pai-ai-aid, get paid, n***a Pai-ai-aid, come on You got to catch yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Sometimes, you got to sit back and check yourself Get pai-ai-aid, get paid, n***a Pai-ai-aid, come on [Verse 2] My life ain't never been about no peaches and cream I been on the down low, chasing the American dream Started smoking good weed ten years ago And the way I be stressed, I might smoke ten more Don't play and stay focused, got to get that loot More money and more problem, Biggie speaks the truth Ain't no sense in me lying, man, my life is sin I was raised on the block where you had to win Where you had to grind, where you had to hustle Me and my n***as came up, man, we had to struggle Now, we're dying to bubble and we're looking to rise You can tell I want this sh** from the look in my eyes So, I travel to get it, make a effort to go n***as roaching but I'm hoping I can open the door So, I'm taking it slow, one step at a time Get your game locked tight 'fore you're left behind [Hook] You got to catch yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Sometimes, you got to sit back and check yourself Get pai-ai-aid, get paid, n***a Pai-ai-aid, come on You got to catch yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Sometimes, you got to sit back and check yourself Get pai-ai-aid, get paid, n***a Pai-ai-aid, come on [Outro - spoken] Yeah, f** what y'all n***as thinking You know, that's another chapter out of my motherf**ing book You know, growing up, Houston, Texas Much love to the 7-1-3 CMG is my click, man We're going to grind and get more, man All my n***as get paid, know what I'm saying? Hustle, grind, get your fetti Get your chips, man Get your dollars, get your bread Dinero, you know, whatever it take, man Get out there and get yours We ain't going to beg for a motherf**ing thing f** these hoes, man, you know what I'm saying? A b**h perish first, that's what [?] said Off the motherf**ing rip We're going to get this money, we're going to stay low And we're going to put it in your motherf**ing face That's what [?] said Ask Bodean, we tripping? You know, sh** sitting taller than a motherf**er Boys ain't coming out no more They're peeping, they're checking the windows and see when we're coming Ain't no sense in that sh**