I Got It

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Whitney Peyton - Rap, Hip-Hop

I Got It

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[Intro] Yah Ah, ah Ah, ah I got it, I got it (Got it) [Verse 1] Yo This how you doing me? Industry treated me ugly I've taken it beautifully So many hate on me nobody bodied me Go ahead show me that eulogy I got no warm welcome Up in this bitch and it's feelin' like 2 degrees You got an Instagram model? Well, I got a bitch who got two degrees Who really getting it? Who really ain't? Who's on the Internet? Who's in your face? Who's on the Facebook? Who's on the stage? I stay on tour for like 200 days, yearly I know these labels can hear me Bitches gon' act like I'm failing I don't do mumble I'm sayin' it clearly I spit it, I mean it sincerely Half of these critics be calling me ugly Half of 'em wish they were fuckin' me Its hard to tell who be dissing me From all the one's who in love with me Ooh it's so humbling Does she do rap or do rock? Does she do men or do women? Been this way since the beginning I guess I'm no good at decisions Don't need permission to be who I am Im on a mission I'm up 2 AM I fell in love with the pen Hip hop don't love me? Then fuck the consent I been making this bread Last year I bought two cars Next year think buyin' a Benz Last year I was stabbed in the back It's cool, I've been findin' new friends [Chorus] I-I-I got it Don't worry bout me Don't you worry bout me, I I got it (Ah, ah, ah, ah) I-I-I got it Don't worry bout me Don't you worry bout me, I I got it (Ah, ah, ah, ah) [Verse 2] Y'all tryin' make all these femces be enemies Just for the drama it's fuckin' upsetting Shout out to Reverie, shout out to Snow Shout out Nova and Debbie Shout out Justina, Alyssa Marie Gangsta Boo, everyone else that I missed Media been on some shit actin' like only one chick can exist We got a list And I'm given no fucks about top 50 I don't want fans who do not get me I been suicidal and down at the bottom So none of this gossip is botherin' me I'm proud of me, the clouds were surrounding me I used all the lightning to power me I grow when I soak up the mud and the puddles From others who wanna rain down on me I got the urge, yeah I got the urge to come and kill it Been a minute since I had this feelin' Now I'm re-incentivized and reinvented What a blessing, I get that work (I get that work) Thats in my DNA thats in my bloodline I'm finna be ok, baby it's crunch time I don't take breaks or take lunchtime Trust me, I'm feelin so lonely I think that nobody knows me Its kinda weird to be young in the game But so deep in the pain that you feel like an O.G Been on the main stage, still treated like nosebleeds I changed my hair and appearance To symbolize there is no way That I feel like the old me (got it) [Chorus] I-I-I got it Don't worry bout me Don't you worry bout me, I I got it (Got it) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) I-I-I got it Don't worry bout me Don't you worry bout me, I I got it (Got it) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) [Outro] I got it Don't worry bout me Don't you worry bout me, I I got it (Got it) I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it I got it Don't worry bout me Don't you worry bout me, I I got it (Got it) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) I got it Don't worry bout me Don't you worry bout me, I I got it (Got it) (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

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  • Whitney Peyton