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Get in and Get Out

Album cover art for "Get in and Get Out" by F.A. (KC rapper) & Rydah J. Klyde & Reece Loc (KC rapper)

F.A. (KC rapper) & Rydah J. Klyde & Reece Loc (KC rapper) - Rap

Get in and Get Out

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January 5, 2017.

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[Verse 1: Ryda J. Klyde] Boarding another plane Another check callin' my name Another road trip Some more chicken to go and get Pull 24 shifts, by the hour With no powder To treat my nose Nigga it was the money that kept me woke Now we broke, so just a little bit and you feel like you rich Make a dollar outta cents and sugar outta shit Had a little niña but it kept dropping out the clip Taped that bitch up at the bottom and went and got up on my grit Right there as my nigga got shot He was strapped, he had to drop They hit him with every shot Pop, pop The shot was heard across the world He just had a baby girl His brother seen the shooting and say it made him earl The sight of blood make his skin crawl And at night, the killings that begin ya'll Lock the doors, and tell the kids that it's bedtime A hundred niggas on the prowl, saying his head's mine [Chorus: F.A.] This shits not a game my nigga, we just call it that We done been through the struggle and we ain't going back Niggas trapped, trying to see better days But the way this shit looking, like we living in our last Ducking my past, asking God for forgiveness Cuz that woman seen a murder, she ain't ask to be a witness Look at shit different, get in and get out I don't know about you, but I'm trying to find a way out [Verse 2: F.A.] We was young and lost Eyes cloudy from the weed smoke Never paid attention, but expected when we spoke Ruger in my P-coat, I still got an ill past Sitting, thinking to myself, how long will this shit last Never heard the blast, just seen the stains on my nigga's chest He fighting for his life, and I'm praying he do his best Grew up in the jets, so we done fought for much less Too much on his mother's plate, she dealing with more stress God say, she need rest, her blood pressure's sky high Made it home, her sister's son was killed in a drive-by Only witness is girl and she ain't gonna testify Got revenge on her mind, she went and copped her a forty-five Shooter was an ex, so she know where he slept at night Sister is a friend so it's a must that she do it right Plotting on the night, and seen them exit the complex Never peeped the scene, so she ain't notice the detects [Chorus: F.A.] This shits not a game my nigga, we just call it that We done been through the struggle and we ain't going back Niggas trapped, trying to see better days But the way this shit looking, like we living in our last Ducking my past, asking God for forgiveness Cuz that woman seen a murder, she ain't ask to be a witness Look at shit different, get in and get out I dont know about you, but I'm trying to find a way out [Verse 3: Reece Loc Tha Beast] I came in this game for the change, and to make a stand But nothing was for free, so indeed I had to take a chance Ducking police, they be trying to get us in the van So, hide your ???, cause I ain't trying to be up in the can Young fools hustle with dreams of making it bigger Some had plans, others played out the hands that's given Cuz in this life it gets cold as the days in December Some niggas died and some end up contained in prison It's all a lesson and I live it and learn Some nights I sit and think, what will I get in return Cuz it ain't never been a nigga in my clique that I burned And ??? ??? made man was passionately earned I'm in the streets, and Ima be here 'til I ain't man But somethings gotta give, cuz I'm tired of being patient Get lifted off the spliff while I'm calculating paper Trying to get it to where I ain't gotta chase it (You hear me?) [Chorus: F.A.] This shits not a game my nigga, we just call it that We done been through the struggle and we ain't going back Niggas trapped, trying to see better days But the way this shit looking, like we living in our last Ducking my past, asking God for forgiveness Cuz that woman seen a murder, she ain't ask to be a witness Look at shit different, get in and get out I don't know about you, but I'm trying to find a way out

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Credits

Writers
  • F.A. (KC rapper)
  • Rydah J. Klyde
  • Reece Loc (KC rapper)