Get It

We in the M off Tillman
 Posted with Young Jones
 Yup, kin up in the building
 But I ain't tryna rap to you
 I'm just tryna rap to you
 For them boys that flodgin' with ya matic put the strap to you
 'Cause homie a go getter
 Stacks on deck and front like a cold killer
 Think he gon' live forever
 But that gon' happen never
 Plus playing in these streets
 You'll get a slug through your sweater
 So I'm on my grind, got truth up in my mind
 And Jesus on my mouth, I let 'em know he lived and died
 Tryna be a city light, got that JSon in my ride
 Romans One-One-Six, unashamed all the time
 Hoping you feel the same way,
 'Cause you can come up on that guap and die in the same day
 Yo momma and yo cousins be cryin' at yo wake
 And the wrath Christ ate be dumped on yo plate (yup)
 Aye you know what it is
 Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live
 I take it where the hood get it in
 Bring it back to the block for you again
 We in the streets like
 G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it
 G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it
 Yup, you know what it is,
 Running off your friends with that Jesus talk again
 Back like I never left, PRo get it in
 Let 'em know the king live while they sippin' on gin
 I pray to God that you ain't running with G's
 The Four Fifth turn your North Face into swiss cheese
 In the Devil's symphony, you're Ray Charles
 Blind, but still playing with keys
 Hey, I see it everyday B
 Cats chase coins, Mario, Luigi
 But never get the prize that they seek
 He just locked in a box like Harry Houdini
 But can't escape this one,
 It's either pine over bars, pick one
 But maybe you'll escape right now
 But one day be in flames, Hot Boy, Juvenile
 Aye you know what it is
 Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live
 I take it where the hood get it in
 Bring it back to the block for you again
 We in the streets like
 G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it
 G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it
 Now if you're feeling like a pimp then
 Go and brush your shoulders off
 But you can be a pimp and catch something you ain't brushing off
 And women don't give it away to get 'em
 If you only finding dogs, prolly lookin' in the kennel
 It's the reason God tell us not to fornicate
 'Cause you don't wanna find out if he's the daddy Maury Povich's way
 And don't believe what Beyonce sing on it
 'Cause if you try, prolly never put a ring on it
 Love is kind, love is patient
 He don't love you baby girl if it ain't worth the wait then
 Yeah I'm throwing salt at your game 'cause you a slug
 If you out there making babies you don't plan to raise
 The Bible make it clear, one man, one woman
 Joined together, never severed, forever and ever
 You looking like I did you wrong
 That's why we get in it to put you on, yup
 Aye you know what it is
 Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live
 I take it where the hood get it in
 Bring it back to the block for you again
 We in the streets like
 G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it
 G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it