Get Me Right ft. Jordan Cortez & Nia Blankson Lyrics

I ain't gon beat you up like diddy

Scarface, I'm runnin thru cities

"Always be tellin the truth, even when I be lyin"

Guess you could say it ain't pretty

Since a kid, man ive been witty

Superpowers, ever since 17

Now i'm superbad & the only thing different

Is that

I don't need a fake ID

Godspeed to anyone offendin me

If you really think you ahead of me

Must I talk in falsetto for you notice

That we really not on the same frequency

When I see it, I want it, I get it, I got it

Baby shh, don't disturb the peace

When I tell y'all I want it, I get it, I got it

I feel like i'm rubbing my self esteem

Now baby I

Still don't know why they got you in my bracket

You n**** sound like parody rappers

Who strive to get the last laugh in... what happened?

The part when the artist sacrifice the pallet

Show us your true colors

Y'all won't throw a bullet out to nobody, less it's Madden Told you before, brother, I graduated from the cap Into passion: Cortez, scraping credits in classes Turn around, then appeal to the masses Turn around, they front A check then I cash it Turn around, I bought a Mustang then crashed it Turn around, to see my people in ghetto Try get by from flipping bricks like gymnastics Oh please, let Gaius Cassius be inside my circle God, I'm never Lacking

God, I'll DuoLingo just to pray in Latin God, I know you hurt in ways I can't imagine But they killing mines, And I won't make no caption Cut different, hope I'm not no waste of fabric Hope these tracks can traction into Main attractions We in Hollywood, let's make it happen, like bro, 2023 I was contemplatin' logic, tryna make a Bank deposit In the building with the chauffeurs & the famous & the

Sponsors

Feeling closed up, but I know I'm supposed to be here So they nodded, opened doors for a nigga Just to keep a N**** knocking Now I'm spreading my wealth

I'll deepen my pockets, l'll better myself You better be honest, y'all better be better Start seeing some progress, Like bro

Why niggas yap bout wanting some credit

And somehow they never put down for they city?

Ten toes, and my soul is intact

We shooting Hoops, my New Balances fit me I use to wanna play for Golden State, til I got my bars up Then I Realized I got a knack myself 4 keepn my guard up I want a ring I want a Charger I want a yacht

No, I want a harbor

I wanted everything in my peripheral

That isn't vision though, if it's no heart to Love on my woman, or pick up the phone Then call up my momma, My homie, his daughters

Rap is an art and I can't brush it off And I can promise you this art ain't no lost one

Don't compare me to nobody nomo

They flow-biting like that white man in office

I don't care about your radio play

This game is full of Cuba Gooding's, it's awful Street messiah? Nah, more like a martyr Luther told me the Potential is awesome Break the law of the average and cautious And I'm with the gang, so save all the talking

Real

Tough love

Since ive been riding along

& i've got

More shame

Since my conscience been gone

& it feels alright

But it's never alright

For you

For you

Baby

I think that

Your coming on strong

But when you pull me right back

I don't tell you to stop

Cause it feels so right

But it's never alright

For you

For you

Whatcha want

Whatcha want

Whatcha need

For the money

For the fame

For the power

How to please

Lying ah choo face

Cause they never gon see

Sayin "God bless you"

Right as they sneeze

In their own wallets

Take our life

Talk about it for their own profit

Built this nation

Make us feel like we got options

Uncle sam calling, said he wants pardons

Take our rights

Wave a benjamin

& it's all polished

They go

Ridin round the city for show

I've been going high

Cause they set the bar low

Everybody talk but I already know that i'm better than you

And whoever came before

Only 21,

But my mind feel old

Just graduated from "that beat so cold"

Now i'm bout to make the world turn slow

Get me right

Get me right

Get me right

Get me right