Getting Started

Lyrics

[Verse 1] This for all that shit that gone wrong and gone bad That when good, but than come back Them long roads and all that But, I'm so prepared for this combat I'm laced up, no MGK Big salute, though the MGK I've been locked out, no NBA Before I hit the stage, let me pray I've been kicked out, and ripped on You would've thought by now that the kids gone But, I stuck strong and I am strong So, John Lennon lives on and We don't give a fuck about what haters gotta say We just grind hard every day and then we shove it in they face Don't tell me what you do have, cool cap I can't relate, do rap, move back After my photoshoot, I bring the clothes and the shoes back I'm from a town where them feds came Locked everybody up off of cocaine I saw that, did the same all for the hope of getting in the rap game I've done big shows, small shows 'Fear what else could go wrong' shows From the lost souls to award shows I guess that's how this all goes, but don't blink now You might miss it all, rain check when you invite me to Fall Success, I got your call, all because of the things I saw [Hook] And if they thinking that it's over Tell 'em we just getting started I think they know we're getting closer That's why they tryna make it harder [Post-Hook] But I like that, when you fight hard then I fight back If I fall down then I bounce back, I'm talking like I'm right back With a face like 'Yeah, it's like that' Hit the stage with that 'might at' Dressed to kill, night glass Tell 'em websites they can type that [Verse 2] Like all good things, this takes time You might've made your bet, but don't make mine I hear the talk through the grapevine But, I crushed that and drank great wine I paid great lines across state lines Only time I know is game time I'm from that 8-4-5, name someone else hotter that ain't signed Or is signed, that shit's fine When I can out rhyme, pigs fly Hell freezes, tail Jesus, competitions on the island Doral reeves, said it'll be too late when they don't need us Bunch of motherfucking male divas We used to have to sell what the scale reads us Shit's in color cause of my pale features Now we getting paid when we sell features Thank God, right, Mom? I knew I broke your heart when your eyes saw A shoebox full of that white raw, look like one big white ball She cry when she turn them lights on And told me that this life's wrong What you think I'm trying to get this might for? Adios, say my 'proach to this music shit that I did with coke Start small, no calls, get a little money but you don't ball Shit get shady, turn your phone off, no set ups Then you won't fall, don't talk unless spoken to And only do what you're supposed to do, and that's grind [Hook] And if they thinking that it's over Tell 'em we just getting started I think they know we're getting closer That's why they tryna make it harder [Post-Hook] But I like that, when you fight hard then I fight back If I fall down then I bounce back, I'm talking like I'm right back With a face like 'Yeah, it's like that' Hit the stage with that 'might at' Dressed to kill, night glass Tell 'em websites they can type that