Lute - GED (Gettin Every Dolla) lyrics

[Intro: Lute] Yeah, yeah Just got in the- [Verse 1: Lute] Just got in the habit of switching the flow Just trying to travel the globe Tired of being underlooked in this b*tch Tired of hearing "I can't wait till you blow" Had to step out of my shell for a bit Cuzzo told me put my foot on they throat Had to let go of some ni**as last year Wish they'd let my ni**a out on parole ni**as used to bump The Warm Up by Cole My ni**a used to warm the house with the stove sh*t, if he made it out of this b*tch, ain't no telling where my talent can go Skinny ni**a from the 4, used to battle rap ni**as for bread when I'm bored fu*k what? Your boy used to swerve in a Honda Accord to the store Hit up the Midget for Newport 100's and lottery tickets [Chorus: Lute] Now I be whipping some sh*t that I prayed for, all my sh*t paid for ni**as'll switch on you quick like what team do you play for? I dead a fake ni**a like case closed All my life, I been ten-toes, G.E.D. my initials So fu*k what you talking, I get every dollar I don't have a collar, if I did, I would pop it Like "ni**a, what's popping?" But bro, I can't call it Like look how we started, but now we here ni**as throwing shade out of fear 'Cause where I'm at, ni**as see they self Don't be mad, bruh, just be yourself [Verse 2: Lute] 'Cause money come and go, people come and go The sooner you know that, the more that you'll see Blood ain't no thicker than water to me I count every dollar till my thumbs bleed She said I got Marvin Gaye vibes with the drip (drip) If I don't fu*k with the vibes, Imma dip (dip) Got hollow-point tips in the clip, sh*t How many y'all club with the whip? Who gives a damn what it's worth? A U-Haul don't follow no hearse I'm real 'til I exit the earth, we from where you mix the water with dirt We had to make that sh*t work, the struggle been quenching my thirst I put the tears in my verse, so I get the sh*t I deserve We came from nothing at all, if we have a problem, we solve Figure that sh*t out ourself, turn all my pain into wealth Turn all my pain into wealth, sh*t [Chorus: Lute] Now I be whipping some sh*t that I prayed for, all my sh*t paid for ni**as'll switch on you quick like what team do you play for? I dead a fake ni**a like case closed All my life, I been ten-toes, G.E.D. my initials So fu*k what you talking, I get every dollar I don't have a collar, if I did, I would pop it Like "ni**a, what's popping?" But bro, I can't call it Like look how we started, but now we here ni**as throwing shade out of fear Cause where I'm at, ni**as see they self Don't be mad, bruh, just be yourself