Just To Get By

That was the warm-up, that was the warm-up, baby

Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and I'm up outta here

One

Yup, yeah

Lord, please forgive me for my sinnin'

I ain't sayin' that I'm finished, but I'm prayin' in advance

'Cause the way her eyes glance like they playin' in my pants

Yeah, ball game, I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans

When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city

My beat machine the only fuckin' thing I had with me

Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cookin' up crack

But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes

The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor's

But mastered this rap shit, you hear the words comin' from my

Lips, bastards, I never crack, I got that Chapstick

I practiced 'til that shit made perfect and served it

To the people on a silver platter, now where's the ladder?

'Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter

Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though

'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral, we never tattle

Let God handle that, or let the mob handle that

No Soprano, half black, half white; I'm a piano

I'm an animal, my video on Discovery Channel

I'm a beast when my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease

To exist, like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me

In the 'Ville in the state of NC, bitch, if I ain't back

Home, I'm up in NYC, 'bout that money prob'ly

Like a fuckin' robbery, but I ain't jackin'

I'm chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'

I'm chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'

Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga, no hackin'

On my shit, I'm straight smackin' niggas, straight taggin' niggas

Yo, I'm freestylin', fuck y'all niggas, y'all be wylin', and I'm out