Kyleon - Gotta Get It lyrics

[Trae] They say there's a price on my head, but it ain't nothing Everyday I'm still on the block, gangsta struting Got a brick in the six, on the way to Luffin Trying to turn this 15-5, to something Flipped it quick, and I brought it back I got a briefcase full of cash, in my Lac A whole bunch of hundred dollar bills, in my stack I've been broke, I ain't going back to that This the 2K4 2K5, times are hard but I'm still gon strive Not '99 but I'm still gon rise, two deep with Z-Ro right by my side Maybe even fo', with Lil' Boss and Jay Still tipping in a drop, that's blue and grey I represent Southwest, on the block of where I stay Plex, that'll be where your chest lay Only words that I hear is mine, only way to get paid is grind 24 with no sleeping time, ducking laws cause I don't want no time Some n***as out here wanna rap for fame Me myself, I wanna rap for change Put some'ing in a safe, when I rock the frame Now-a-day's, everything be off the chain [Boss] Currency is a must have, if a n***a see cash then he must grab Trying to juice the block for this cream, I ain't slept in three days know what I mean I've been on the block trying to hustle and get it, flip my funds in six figga digits Pockets looking like full figure midgets, everybody wanna know what the f** is it I've been trying to get cash mayn, put a little in a stash mayn I don't wanna live in trash cans, picking scraps with my bear hands So I spit my lyrics to get good do', what you think a n***a still up in the hood fo' Is that good to try to get hood do', out here risking the spots you won't go I got a brick and I'm letting you get use to it, I'm all in the neighborhood selling n***as the fluid I got hard soft X pills I'm true to it, hustling zones away nothing new to it I try to stay in the game with steady hands, sitting back peeping the game of how it's ran Some of these n***as don't seem to understand, to get the green you gotta have a plan [Kyleon] I got birds of caine I got gallons of drank, I move weight like eight sealed gallons of paint So f** what you think and f** what you heard, Kyleon hit the blocks with the rocks and the syrup I know it works your nerve to see me balling, got 4's on my low when you see me crawling Candy do's low pro's and the TV's falling, and a bad yellowbone that hear me calling It's my time to shine cause the Lord allowed it, gotta rise to the top cause the bottom too crowded It's J.K. but he bout it bout it, these n***as gon hate no doubt about it It's Southside for life that's where I stay, 11-9-11 that's where I play MLK where I stack my pay, I know you boys know about D.E.A Me and Trae to S-L-A-B, H-Town Tex' and the S.U.C Better have a check when you f** with me, I'm super-glued to the do' so it's stuck with me Grind and hustle with my mind and muscle, keep getting money cause it's time to hustle You need to get off ya a** and start trying to hustle, and go out there and try to find a hustle [Jay'Ton] G's by my side they ready to ride, I put 4's on 4's so I'm ready to glide I'm out the West of the South n***as know my side, paint wet like rain so you know I slide I'm a wade body Lac finesser, 25 deep sitting on my dresser Don't talk too fly FED's might arrest ya, these snitch a** n***as might help 'em catch ya S.K.G. n***as know I claim it, this red beam n***as know I aim it Who next for the plex better go on bring it, chose on mix I'ma go on slang it I'm a a**hole riding with the Trae and Ro-da, can't spit like me so you know I'm throweder Got a 3-5-7 like a Cheve motor, I'm the sh** round here so I know they told ya [Lil' B] n***as already know I'm a grinder mayn, plenty raps in my binder mayn Won't get caught slipping in the turning lane, by these n***as hating cause I got some change I'm really finna get my cash on, put that right back to my stash zone Clap that gone-bread n***as that tell on, a young black cat trying to get his mash on I bleed the game while you n***as lose, just to walk in my lil' old blues Ain't no way that Lil' B gon lose, cause I've been out here too long paying dues These n***as better get they mind right I'm in the limelight, quick to bust mine in the line of gun fight Time to grind rhyme cause I'm thoed on the mic, and the streets know S.L.A.B. gonna rep for life