Go Getter Lyrics

(Uh, yuh, Cat)

(I am a what?)

I am a go getter

They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November

Who the fuck is he shoving?

Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper

No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum

Tell her she should know better

What the fuck did she raise a kid wasting days

All over a hoe never could be me

I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats

Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep

On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep

Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes

Been running to my goals and no one's playing D

So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze

Don't rap bout murder scenes

So I know they'll be like "Who the fuck is that?"

Like all of the comments you see under Rap

It don't matter I'll still be on the fucking map

Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta fuckin blast

Boutta empty my whole fuckin mag

I said I'd perform and I fuckin did it

One day I'll be touring and selling tickets

While they all getting poorer all for an image

It's just not clicking so I hit up Krabs

He told me the secret to not going broke is to not spend a bag on a bitch or pants

And to not get addicted to shitty xans

That's a different path

And it ain't for me

We don't need a Juice or another Peep

There's too many fallen in my city

So if fame was calling I'd mute the ringing

Cause I just don't want a bullet in me

Soon as you're winning man they all turn into Bugsy

Killing and running

Shit isn't funny

But imma keep coming

And you better trust me cause

I am a go getter

They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November

Who the fuck is he shoving?

Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper

No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum

Tell her she should know better

What the fuck did she raise a kid wasting days

All over a hoe never could be me

I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats

Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep

On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep

Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes

Been running to my goals and no one's playing D

So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze

Don't rap bout murder scenes

So I know they'll be like "Who the fuck is that?"

Like all of the comments you see under Rap

It don't matter I'll still be on the fucking map

Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta fuckin blast

Boutta empty my whole fuckin mag