Song Lyrics

Get gone or get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like f*ck it
This should be addition, these niggas subtracting
And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best, cuz I never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson
You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection

I'm from a small hood, but I had big dreams
My uncle Robert taught me how to use the big beam
That was right before he caught his life sentence
Do what you gotta, just put your life in it, hey
Me and Gold Mob finished Cheek, we on the road
All I saw was red and blue lights, I thought he told
Butterflies as we're going through this road block
Ask yourself, cautious life (Is this where my road stop?)

I'm tryin' to be cool, this nigga nervous
He sweating like a $2 whore, in sunday service
Got at least two blocks of hard back at his bitch
Right now I'm thinking we should of better packaged the shit
God works in mysterious ways and yes he do
Say, listed us a nice Cherokee and they let us through
So, don't get to talking these records, I sold millions
3.5 off in Magic, I bought buildings

Get gone or get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like f*ck it
This should be addition, these niggas subtracting
And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best, cuz I never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson
You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection

Hit my nigga up on the church, said what's the ticket?
24, extra 5, nigga show you how to whip it
I'm gettin' cookin', Lexus homies they countin' the cash man
I'm with the dude with the, "never put it in the trash can"
This shit get so deep, I'm talking so deep
I'm the king of the kitchen now, this is my sink
I'm the king of the kitchen nigga, this is my stove
That's why I got my own lane, bitch I made my own road
Now I'm moving weight like a train to entertain
Used to put the work in the bag and then I tied it
Flashbacks I can't deny it
But you tell them police ass niggas, bitch I'm retired
That's why I do it for the ones in the street, ones in the cave
All the shit I'm going through I should be askin' for a raise

Don't get to talking this work, I made millions
3.5 off them bitches, I bought buildings

Get gone or get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like f*ck it
This should be addition, these niggas subtracting
And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best, cuz I never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson
You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection

Maurice Jordan, Jay W. Jenkins, Byron Keith Forest Ii