D-Mac - Young n***a lyrics

Bridge: Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it Hustling in my blood, got money on my mind Got dreams of living good, so I'm out here on my grind I Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it Cuz talking n***as talk, and real n***as do I'm busy getting me, I hope you getting you, I gotta get it Verse 1: I wake up, thank the lord, wash my face, brush my teeth Put on clothes, grab my phones, then I'm out in the streets Wake up at the crack of dawn, can't make money if you sleep All I talk about is getting it, gotta practice what I preach Gotta eat, gotta eat, aint no bird feeding me Bringing something to the table never label me a leech I aint worried bout no freaks, I aint never sweating hoes They straight when you paid, and they gone when you broke Auntie said, listen son always let em' see you smile When you're on your way up, people try to bring you down They gone talk behind ya back, they gone slander your name But just do your thang, it's apart of the game, just go and get it Oldest of my mama's three kids She always told me Derrick dream big And thats exactly what I did, she deserves to see her baby boy live Cuz she know's I'm just a (what) Hook: Young n***a from the block, young n***a from the block I'm just a, (what) young n***a from the block, young n***a from the block I'm just a, (what) young n***a from the block, young n***a from the block I'm just a, (what) young n***a from the block, trying to make it to the top Verse 2: Back when Urkel was playing Laura accordians I was writing stories but couldn't afford recording em' Scuffs on my dada's had no prada's or no Jordan's then Started in a room with Lee, Natti, Dave, Gordan them Had real dreams, forcing down grilled cheese Now it's steaks with juice from fresh fruits, that's peeled and squeezed First cla** flights, staring out this window like If this sh** crash its all over for a n***a life Wonder if I'll live to see my full potential like, Winning grammy's, and giving back to miami Providing for my family, my dreams exceed, the want and need For whips, outfits, and getting hoes panties Grew up on Jefferson Reeves, blue building one swing No nets for the hoops, but we would still shoot Grew up and now I'm in and out of town Saw my O.G in the club and he told me he was proud Cuz he know's I'm just a (what) Hook: Young n***a from the block, young n***a from the block I'm just a,(what) young n***a from the block, young n***a from the block I'm just a,(what) young n***a from the block, young n***a from the block I'm just a, (what) young n***a from the block, trying to make it to the top Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it Hustling in my blood, got money on my mind got dreams of living good, so im out here on my grind I Gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it.. gotta get it, get it get it..get it get it Cuz talking n***as talk, and real n***as do I'm busy getting me, I hope you getting you, I gotta get it Verse 3: Staying fly on my haters, cuz all they do is talk Still counting this paper, while they wait for me to fall off From down south to up north, way to out west, I chill, I hang Living life with no kids or wife, so you know I'm feeling like Wayne Cuz I aint got no worries, Brownsub till Im buried I'm from Brownsub that's the bottom b**h now I'm balling like I'm Steph Curry f** these n***as, I don't f** with these n***as Snakes in the gra**, I dont trust these n***as Or these scheming a** hoes they don't love me n***a See these n***as round me I love these n***as Day 1 n***as only, or I'm sliding dolo Got my 9 on me, Im Matt Stafford, Tony Romo Wait, hold on, hold up, until my last breath Imma show up mad fresh, turning heads like bad breath Imma hustle, cash checks, you aint ask my Ave yet? They will tell you that I'm thorough Holding heat like an inferno Got a stick like that ninja turtle, who's head was wrapped in that purple Name hold weight like a girdle, straight g's up in my circle I'm a product of that yayo, where they push product of that yayo My shooters move when I say so I'm the head coach, I don't play yo Lord thank you, for all this sh** I got Free alive and living a young n***a from the block, D-Mac