Stalley - Gettin' It lyrics

[Verse 1: ST 2 Letta] Ghetto revolutionary People say the truth is scary So we hide behind lies like Santa Claus and tooth fairies But I must admit it's been a few Since I had money under my pillow or presents in my living room So I stick and move, shuck and jive Make my little money, take my little money And flip that sh** a couple times Cause it's either the Matrix or the cages Try to escape and they giving you calendar pages But my mind state is similar to Ace's Get paid in full, but still try to remain faceless Famous, addicted once you taste it The music started pure and then somebody laced it Now this sh** is tainted and I don't even want it like I used to Stressed out, drop a couple Xanax in my fruit juice Cause I been having nightmares of being broke at thirty Can't sleep, that's why I'm in New York so early [Verse 2: Yung Clova] I'm the man that paint the picture, black history huh And all these seeds that I planted, what they did ma Yeah they must be, I made it past 25 The lifestyle I'm living, minimum wage won't buy a f**ing tie If I'm flexing, god damnit I deserve this sh** And I'm just trying to ball hard on that Oprah(?) sh** Maybe I'm Jay or Kanye, watch the throne n***a Maggots to a giant, I'm that king n***a These boys bis**, they worried about they triceps Me I'm on an island fishing for (?) f** the wealth when they struggling to breathe they last breath And all you dream about is how the f** Clova stay fresh Extravagant, my life is not perfect huh Mona Lisa at her greatest, they compare us huh I'm in the middle of the ocean, ain't no drowning me My life is not a circus, ain't no way you b**hes clowning me Gettin' it [Verse 3: Stalley] Man, I ain't close to wary Cause living where I'm from is more than eerie 16th and Harsh Ave up posted early, gettin' it Life moving fast, feels like we ain't living it As fast as money comes, the faster we spending it Riding around on Nationals Machine guns and extended clips Looking for a come up, these young guns ain't befriending ish They hop out, shoot your block out, then they go and cruise the strip That's backyard Midwest music ish Bump and let that trunk get bit, we gettin' it Showing off while we gettin' it That black ish, shoving money in that matress Or backflips off that matress I'm back with them dirty kids who end up getting 40 years off that crack ish See I clash with my past, it's amazing how I made it out that trap kid Gettin' it n***as said it's my turn, now I'm gettin' it