GET BACK UP Lyrics

Are you behind on your credit card bills?

Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing

Is your landlord ready to evict you?

Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing

Does your girlfriend think you're a fucking worthless loser?

Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing

I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich!

Yeah, let's run that bag up

I've been in my zone, my family need me, ain't no back up

Invested in myself and bitch, I know that's why my cash up

They did not believe in me, like fuck it, they got passed up

Bitch, you wasn't shooting in the gym with me, I'm jacked up

I was really broke before, I ain't forget when y'all cracked up

Now they ask me for advice on how to get they stacks up

I could really teach you how to get a bag double it and get your swag up

I was taught to get it any means, if I take an L, I get back up

I could really put a pussy boy down to rest if he try to act up

For real, I can keep it cool, but I ain't with it when they try to act tough

And I swear to God, if it's smoke, they don't want smoke like they got asthma

I'm on one, nah, I'm on ten

Yeah, ten packs, I'm sixteen, just sold ten

Making more than your dad, bro

I hustle with the same old friends

It's gang, baby, we tied in

Like we don't need no more friends

But my son need me, my family need me

With the gang, we be making this shit look easy

I could put you on, dawg, come get this juice for the free free

Bitch, I'm really on, dawg, like twenty thousand, that's weekly

Try me, bet you won't beat me

And I said it before, I'm wavy

Young Ev, big dawg, go crazy

Pocket Rocket 22, Duce Staley

Bitch, chill the fuck out, don't play me

Eight hundred racks, that's in my basement

Two hundred racks, that's in my savings

And you know I get back ends daily

With this cash, I really go ape shit

I'm the man

I'm on this flight boutta land

I'm him, lil' bitch, I am

I'm smoking on Strane, the brand

I ain't doing this for the gram

I got lumps sticking out of my pants

These bumps, what that, these bands

I'm really in deep for the fam

My family need me, ay,

I'ma make sure I provide, dawg

We ain't gon' just survive, naw

I'ma make sure we thrive, aw

They gon' get left behind, aw

That hate don't pay it no mind, dawg

I was in the dark on the grind, dawg

Why you try to take what's mine, dawg?

Pull the nine out, hit him in the eye, dawg

I'm in my prime and I know it

This isn't rain, bitch, it's snowing

I got a mill and I show it

Your bitch want me and she know it

I'm getting bread like I stole it

But this money legal, I own it

And this shit ain't rented, I own it

Ay, let's run that bag up

I been in my zone, my family need me, ain't no backup

Invested in myself and, bitch, I know that's why my cash up

They did not believe in me, like, fuck it, they got passed up

Bitch, you wasn't shooting in the gym with me, I'm jacked up

I was really broke before, I ain't forget when ya'll cracked up

Now they ask me for advice on how to get they stacks up

I can really teach you how to get a bag, double it and get your swag up

I was taught to get at any means, if I take a L, I get back up