You Get It Lyrics

I hope you understand where I'm coming from

You get it

Look

Don't dish me to the side I'm a real nigga

Yeah the chains all mine and the bill figured

Overall I got a type and its Hilfiger

All right, dress nice, and she got a cute face

She ain't really for the streets in the same way

Scooped her up left her man in the same day

I don't really wanna bet on this parlay

Okay

Enter my mind

I promise I'm fine

The choices I made I cannot rewind

I hope you don't judge me for things that I did

But rather the things that I'm like

Emotions I gave

Im starting to cave

This bottle is empty

Took it to the face

Feeling the fade

Room that was once filled with people

Is empty and filled with the shade

Don't dish me to the side I'm a real nigga

Yeah the chains all mine and the bill figured

Overall I got a type and its Hilfiger

All right, dress nice, and she got a cute face

She ain't really for the streets in the same way

Scooped her up left her man in the same day

I don't really wanna bet on this parlay

Okay

I can't lie I'm dizzy the room spinning

Me against me just tell me man who's winning

Fight for what you want and these L's gon feel different

Swinging for the ropes,

Blood in my throat

Staring out the window for my father at the door

Little did I know he was still up in New York

What you need to tell me all these lessons I endured

So you don't need to tell me what I'm doing all this for

Dickhead