WHP Beats - Get 'em lyrics

[Chorus: Zi] Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it [Verse 1: Zi] Yourrself is not something you should be a shame to be I know she loves me but the thing is ain't a thing for free We're all running after numbers f** justice 'cause it's plain to see They only make laws to constrain the weak So we be trying to make that paper everyday just hustling Whether on a 9 to 5 or selling d** and sh** Sometimes we fantasize 'bout copping guns and sh** And go to rob a bank like Tony Musulin See we struggle but stay confidant We're coming from the bottom b**h And suffer from the consequence Got troubles and enough of them Learn to count on yourself and don't discuss this sh** 'Cause when you reach out for help that's when you lose another friend See when sh** gets a little tough that's when the cowards emerge You know about the table be around when it turns And those who like to blame complain and scream at the world You gotta know that action speaks louder words [Chorus: Zi] Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it [Verse 2: Zi] I'm running around my mind looking for Gandhi See my regrets are very alive but still they haunt me My weak side is getting stronger than the strong me Now you can see the fire in my eyes ring the alarm b I used to call you baby heart beating like a hundred and one drums You'd still be my lady if my pockets were carrying some funds So get in shape 'cause time is paper and all it ever did was run run No matter how well you make it don't forget where you come from f** the hate only accountable to God 'Cause ain't a thing I could get credit for I keep my palms together fingers to the sky Or knees and hands and forehead on the floor Everyday you're working and working and working working until They pull the curtains reach surface ain't nothing worth what you feel You're flipping burgers trying to nurture your sk**s Ain't really trying to be perfect I'm trying to be perfectly real [Chorus: Zi] Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em Get 'em g' get 'em And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it