S1 - Gettin' By lyrics

[Verse: 1] No champagne bottles but we celebratin' Just a bunch of weed smoke how we elevatin' We've been hella patient but our times come Played the background, kept it silent Now bring the drum, lets vibe one Time for my n***a's trapped in the slump And for my n***a's that's been down since day one This our glory, the platform is set to tell our story The bottom dwellers went from rags to riches From the beat up buggy to the platinum sixes The baddest women show off our existence Paper plate eating, we the fendi print dishes We was dead broke trying to make sense with struggling times With good time wishes the stars we wished upon Now have aligned now the gold on our necks got a brilliant shine All gold king with a scholar mind I studied the buildings while building mine I got an empire fine art like the Guggenheim No pica**o, martinez when im jotting rhymes See I see life at an incline Everything gets better with a little hard work and time So I hard work my grind Now my whole team can shine And we elevating like a Lebron Dont shout BCG until our times up Tell the buddha monk turn the ba** up I'm bout to outrun these n***a's tell them lace up Was once far behind now I'm way front Outrun em n***a's tell them lace up [Hook] We seen hard times so I put them in the rhymes And drag through the dirt trynna call sides Been through hell now let the gods shine An outcast from the far side Who made a mob tie from rough beggining's to a smooth ride Roll up the buddha now lets get high For my n***a's locked down trying to get by I swear to god my n***a's this is our time [Verse: 2] Remember broke days bumming black and milds Trying to relieve stress that was pa**ed down Sipping pints of gin trying to pa** out Chopping grams of raw trying to cash out Cause illegal was the only way out Didn't see another route we was all in the house Watching boyz in the hood trying to figure it out Didn't want to be Ricky and get gunned down Cause before the scholarships hollow tips pa**ed out So the hoop dreams deflate and I need food for plate And momma's rent late So these pockets full of stones and this .38 Will all seal my fate It's a dirty game and when I get these stones off We gunna celebrate A stone cold k**er who don't hesitate A heavyweight for the cake Ain't no featherweight I snatch a chicken out his coop And let the feathers shake to soothe this belly ache [Hook]