Got It

[Justin Stone:]
Yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it

Half will love, when they hear it
Half will hate, cause they fear it
Location, on top
Y'all ain't even near it
Fade away you can't step to me
9 to 5 ain't enough for me
Your opinion means nothing though
Zero cares, no stressing me
Dealing with doubt in the back of my head
No I ain't sleeping at all
Probably the reason my eyes looking red
No, no, smoking involved
But it's all good
Yeah it's all great
Buzzing now all my exes getting irate

[Justin Stone:]
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it

[Tobilla:]
Yeah, she want to see how I do record
I'm not the nigga that you ignore
I'm with the people that I do this for
I'm on a job while you're truly bored
Look on my dresser and see your mixtape it's a lullaby it made me truly snore
Everyone focus on me like a camera because my life is like a movie score
I was also my mind I did do be sure
I took a couple of falls
I have no one to call
Now I'm stunting on ya'll
You on your wave and I'm feeling like Jaws
You got a problem just give me a call
Nigga's be sad for tweeting me
While I'm out in the week
And blowing a refer
The God of nigga is tweaking
Also just keeping my brain out the deep end
I ain't been sleeping
What's the point cause I wake up and live what I'm dreaming
She call my name like its Jesus
You can just give me a beat and I'll kill it
I'm always speaking the L-spit
Fuck all 'em dodgers, I'm still sick
Now you haters gotta deal bitch
Real shit
Yeah, shouts out to my niggas

[Justin Stone:]
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it

[Willis:]
Tell me where the check that'll ease my stress
That'll make me whole
Tell them I be from the land where the aces stand and the base is sold
Gimme the pay in full
Hip hop head with a faceless skull
On college ave
Was a raging bull
Chasing Daisy I'll take the toll
This was never supposed to happen
Nah, nah
OG's rolling and told me to stick to rapping
Aye
Aye
Now I'm in the middle of it all
Bet I wreck it
The record'll be corrected when I show them how misfit get this tall living in big city where scene so small
Aye
Half asleep I'm throwing cigarette ashes again
Been out my mind and going crazy rolling backwards again
Having terror dreams of heroin taking over my brother's mind been riding slow
My mind is fine
So save it for another time
I'm fine

[Justin Stone:]
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah
We got it, yeah