J. Cole - Get It lyrics

I got to get my groove back, you know Been a minute yeah ( i don't know what i'm doin') yeah uh Label me greedy but see me finish what petey started From carolina where n**'s spray like graffiti artist The south n** them n** use to think we retarded And slow as hell but well well Look now we regarded as the n**'s I f** with non-rappin n**'s, non-clappin n**'s n**'s is real, yall action figures Ain't into actin bigger than i really am Ain't no two ways around it, motherf**a i'm the man Where the beef at Back in the days I ain't even go out for recess A n** don't play Man i been livin o.k. Been up in queens where they rid of those foes And n**'s gats got bodies like video hoes This J. COLE You not f**in with just any ol' flow I'm like the '95 penny, you like penny '04 No disrespect to my favorite player ,n***as pray a n** never see the day a n** rich so i'm slayin n**'s (Chorus) This is for my n**'s tryna make it Watch out for them evil a** n**'s tryna take it (uh) They love to see a n** dead or in jail Livin in a world where we set up to fail But, Ima get, n***a i'm finna get it (uh) Ima get it, n***a im finna get it (yeah) Ima get it, n***a i'm finna get it (yeah) Ima get it (yeah), n***a i got to get it n***as in the street know n***a blessed peace, i got that preist flow ( Heavenly) You gon' crossover if he reach for the rock Just a figure of speach for the glock From the ville where the police know the heat blow alot Like a beach, know it's hot n***as laid out Call them fake n**s center fielders cuz they played out Watch our boys fade out n***as tryna hate I he only knew my dick in his dane mouth just made out came out the woodworks now they tryna peep a n***a footwork I'm getin real green, yall n**s playin on some good turf Fake money, scared money never make money And a n***a fear nothin but god f** a facade I'm just focused on stuff in my pocket what up with them wads and sh** hundred thousand dollar deposit sh** Been dreamin bout millions since a n***a was 5 or 6 And so strive, ima god, this some bible sh** (Chorus) Tell em geppetos my n***as is ghetto with scarface dreams At the block with that hard rate, that's all they seen n***as k**in n***as on broad day on all they screams Watching cops love car chase scened n***as arrested Treat us like roaches, the prison n***as infected They hate to see the day we ain't slain, n***as invested All created equal, looks like to a less than Depending on your race or depending on your adress man I been blessed, was given less and but still progress man I hate to see the position my n***as left in Slay dope or n***a you slave for minimum wage Ashamed But we livin in a cage, so n***a get paid How could i tell a n***a not to hustle Yea it's a better life my n***a, but its not for us though Instead they wanted us to break They never wanted us to make it yea To my n***as smart enough to be smart enough to take it ni**a!