’Gon Get ’Em

Lyrics

[Intro - Noveliss] Uh C S F Nigga Listen- [Noveliss] I'm jeans on and you slack casually Murder murder, you'll forever be a casualty People say I've changed, that don't make sense This quarter, I sorta got a penny for my dreams, take this Successor, change the way we act See I look good either way, reversible personality Father's ain't shit, I'm a bastard with dreams Time is money, but what if I'm late fashionably? Walking like Jordan after the rings Boy, you looking like fucking Smeagol going after the ring You look bad, shoulda learned something, couldn't get you election here Clear your acts up like I'm sitting in a director's chair With a broom and a janitor's shirt I kill 'em all and clean 'em up, that's the janitor's dirt It's the Pulitzer with a backpack Prize winner, smoke screen, see it all with my eyes thinner Mama spoiled us, had us played the cards I was dealt Was born premature, cut in line for that royal flush For the time being, you a sound seeing I'm painting this picture, assault wider in the dream seeing Powder page writers dope They ain't got creative minds, they colourblind and I'm looking through a kaleidoscope Like to welcome you where the best be A nigga underrated as a PG movie with F bombs and a sex scene [Hook - Noveliss] And if i didn't get 'em, then Wimpy gon' get 'em And if i didn't get 'em, then Wimpy gon' get 'em And if i didn't get 'em, then Wimpy gon' get 'em Go get 'em, my nigga, go get 'em [L.A.Z] This game got a million and one competitors See [?], it's a long road ahead of us We labeled cocky, but we only think we're better cause Niggas make a racket but my team full of Federers I'm the Scottie Pippen of the verb Put in the same amount of work Don't get the credit I deserve Came out the womb, only talent was to spit Birthed in a box, i was born with a gift I'm on point like a needle point Niggas feel you need 'em, but for me it's like "seeya, bitch!" Can't call my own hoes cause I deleted it Busy tryna get my dogs dollars, shit I'm Richie Rich You not serious, belittle all you little niggas I'm over their head, I'm monkey in the middle Flow bananas, half man, half gorilla Nothing like y'all have saw, sick shit, none iller Damnit, I'm Jared, got a sandwich fetish I can never get enough bread, cheese, lettuce If you the standard, I exceed, fuck, never met it So the team odds like flipping coins two headed Veni vidi vici, make it look very easy I lead like Leonardo as an artist, I'm da Vinci Got me twisted like a fork full of fettuccine When I say that i'm the truth, homie, please believe me Please believe me [Hook - L.A.Z] If Wimp ain't get 'em, E-Fav gon' get em If Wimp ain't get 'em, Ila gon' get em Go get 'em, my niggas, go get em Go get 'em, my niggas, go get em [Ilajide] I got you You see we like Buonarotti Michelangelo Statue with that [?] Stand still, soul sound, bring it back, remember that Landscape with a paper [?], Rembrandt [E-Fav] We shine brighter, whites righter, frequent flyer flyer And you a [?], the world is a canvas And I could resort to malice, but I'd rather write a ballad I be vivid, jottin', flowin', no different than Wonderland Alice [Ilajide] Pistol from the palace flipping letters man, jack it I'm a Pringle on the single, bring it back And I'm packing twelve packs of beer, your beer belly flaccid I'm a lantern with a genie and Orlando - magic [E-Fav] And i'm a flying spur, okay, see We thunderin', so [?] list the greatest, you gon' have to be up under this Revenge is sweet, shit's a cold, cold dish And you've been physically, mentally, lyrically bested in three minutes [Ilajide] Three pen it, he's finished, see the force is a weapon Bars fast as fifty cars, and I'm gone in sixty seconds Ch-ch-check it, [?] Cage, Johnny Cage and Lucas Cage Either way, you just a nigga reading comics, turn the page [E-Fav] Keep it going, flow is like sipping on cyanide potion Floating through these beats, keep it bouncin', Cali 64'ing People asking how it's so easy, we make these music motion pictures We just tell 'em it's nothing, just wait and see the feature [Ilajide] Through the speakers when I'm speaking, you can see it on streak And over beats, my voice is screaming, "power up!" {?] Burning up, my tires screeching 'fore I see these niggas leeching Burn the porch in kerosene and take a flight, you take a seat [E-Fav] And you can call me Huey P, [?] In 501's, [?] creeping up on the scene It's a million ways to hustle and make green So make a way, get out the way and get spit roasted with sixteens CSF, nigga!