Schoolboy Q - Just 2 Get By lyrics

[Intro] "You talk like a f**ing punk, Q" "f** you, man!" "Yo, chill!" "No, f** chill! Check yourself, Q! You gotta snap some collars and let them motherf**ers know you're there to take them out anytime you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to! Otherwise you ain't sh**! You might as well be dead your damn self!" "You tryin' to tell me I ain't sh**?" "I ain't tryin' to tell you sh**. I'll tell your mama you ain't sh**" [Verse 1] I'm just ridin' through the city Not really havin' no pity for these motherf**ers Bloods**ers with they hands reachin' Cause my preachin' got 'em thinkin' I'm really eatin' So to speakin', my lyrics got my breath reekin' Yes, I your rap sire, picture God spittin' fire All you f**ers' feel my flame, burn the Earth once again Tired of this world of pain, put the trigger to my brain Release me from this terror k** the virus that requires more desires Fancy chains, fancy whips, different houses, different b**h I swear to me I hate this sh** Cracker judges smokin' [inaudible] Never leave him with a limp, k** a n***a, no attempt Money's the root of evil when I'm the Devil Bury yourself [Hook] I'm just ridin' just to get high I swear the world got me stressed Feelin' like [inaudible], rap sh** a mess n***a, I'm the best I'm just smokin' just to get by I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat Head on my knees, f** the police [Verse 2] Picture youself wakin' up in the mornin' Not even yawnin' or stretchin' Just stressin', life is depressin' Mirror reflectin' all my ghetto tears sh** I heard with ghetto ears sh** I seen from ghetto peers the reason that I have no fears Take you back when I six That's when I learnt that life's a b**h Momma wouldn't give me sh** Grandma used to buy me kicks Toys and different types of fits Around eight, my mom straight Naggin' sh** my mom hates Grab a switch, I'm scared straight Poppa's sh** got turned to crooks Gangbangin', 'caine slangin' Pants saggin', blunt-wrappin' Couple blocks, the beef crackin' Done with this Crip rappin' I ain't sayin' 'cous' to try to bigger my buzz You n***as follow the drug I'm that dope [Hook] [Verse 3] Now I ain't tryin' to get no sympathy Love in my lyric discussion You rappers' discustin', my [inaudible] on this bus And I'm hot sh** Why I can't be hot as these other pricks? Talkin' 'bout cars and j**els I swear you motherf**ers' stupid Disrespectful sh**, Q, you motherf**ers wear your sh** f** your b**h, number one rapper is when I'm content Hear my spit, pain and drippin' hard is what keep me fit But I ain't workin' out, just rappin' till it's workin' out Bars about different type of sh** that I done ran about Mazes, I done figured out, puzzles, I done pieced 'em up Enemies, I pieced 'em out I ain't tryin' to be for 'bout what lyrics they said I'm k**in' you rappers dead, I swear [Hook]