Lute - Git Up lyrics

[Intro] Woke up late this evening Yesterday, I got laid off Really hope this rap sh** pay off [Verse 1] 'Cause now I got to get up, get out, cut that bullsh** out Man, I'm sick and tired of having to do it out See lately I been thinkin' bout, hitting jugs with my cousin At this vacant house My conscious like chill, got a baby now Only reason why a n***a tryna make it out But you don't here me though, slowly fading out Baby mama always askin' what I'm thinking 'bout A picket fence that just so happens to come with a house Is you with it though? 'Cause lately you been in and out Uh, I spit my soul as the trumpets trump I'm just tryna stack a dollar like I'm Donald Trump Guess if I, stick to the music then maybe when I re-become Work a third shift to get my mama out the slums So by the time I see the Sun, I never let the grind define who I become, and wealth is in the mind In due time, I'm number one, on the Forbes list Down a forward in a Porsche Simple minds can't afford this I know a couple n***as who started with a gram Now they flipping kilos Dubai, some things money can't buy Bless these instrumentals Heaven sent me [Hook] [Verse 2: GQ Slaughter] Birds of a feather flock together for a reason And see lately, I been patient but I can't keep up [Hook]