Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get It, artist - Cam Meekins. Date of issue: 30.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get It |
| They always said that, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| They always said that I was never ever meant to get it |
| They always thought that I would never do it on my own |
| But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed |
| They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone |
| I smoke a hundred grams, 'cause I’m sick of all these bitches |
| I broke a hundred Iphones, I’m saying fuck these ho’s |
| I walked into the label, tell them all to suck a d-dick |
| I walked into the rolex store, bought myself some gold |
| They always said that I was never ever meant to get it |
| They always thought that I would never do it on my own |
| But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed |
| They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone |
| Trust me I’m insane, in my head I’m always switching |
| At first, it’s where I came from, and then it’s where I’m going |
| I’m looking to alleviate my stress, she told me, «get in» |
| We drove a hundred miles just to smoke and write some poems |
| You fucking with my head, the world’s going insane |
| We votin' for a crazy motherfucker, 'cause of fame |
| My teacher said, «you lazy motherfucker, get some grades» |
| GPA was 1.1 |
| Why they legalizing guns, what the fuck |
| Smoke some weed |
| Why these people never tell me what they need |
| Why do we rap about doing |
| Got no swing, cut it out |
| I had surgery, now I’m out |
| Smoking cali, fuck a drought |
| Fight at my shows, I’ll kick you out |
| I’m just like a Tarantino, painting visions like a free throw |
| I’ll be ballin' when I see ho’s, stuck in the middle like a 'sino |
| Yeah, fuck the beat up when I talk to it |
| Your rap’s shit, I pick my feet up when I walk through it |
| They always said that I was never ever meant to get it |
| They always thought that I would never do it on my own |
| But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed |
| They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone |
| I smoke a hundred grams, 'cause I’m sick of all these feelings |
| I broke a hundred Iphones, depression ain’t a joke |
| I walked into the label, told them all to suck a d-dick |
| Just give me all my royalty, so I can get some gold |
| I’m living with my ups and downs, tryna keep it moving |
| Oh, I’m tryna make a beat but I get trapped up in my studio |
| On a hot pursuit to happiness, and I ain’t payin' my taxes yet |
| If I pay cash, can they see the money I spend up at the jewelry store |
| A hundred dollars more to pay the rent |
| But all is, and in the tent |
| When you was cock-blocking at the dance |
| my events |
| Don’t get it twisted, I’m twistin' words |
| Poppin' pills, I’m poppin' verbs |
| Might smoke something to keep me sane |
| She in the friend zone, in the lane |
| This is real shit, real shit |
| No strip search, but they feel this |
| Her lips hurt from this real dick |
| My O. G fans can tweet about this |
| But on a real fam, we’re still growing up |
| Learning new shit every day |
| A lot of ya’ll blame someone else |
| But I ain’t been one to complain |
| And I was out last night, with the crew I have |
| the bad things, saying «you my dad» |
| I didn’t have the cash to pay the tab |
| So I guess that make me a deadbeat dad |
| Shit, just tryna turn dreams into realities |
| And keep my friends over formalities |
| They always said that I was never ever meant to get it |
| They always thought that I would never do it on my own |
| But now I’m in demand, know exactly where I’m headed |
| They still don’t understand, so I just leave 'em alone |
| I smoke a hundred grams, 'cause I’m sick of all these feelings |
| I broke a hundred Iphones, depression ain’t a joke |
| I walked into the label, told them all to suck a d-dick |
| Just give me all my royalty, so I can get some gold |
| So I can get some gold |
| Yeah, you already know what it is, man |
| Tryna get some, eh |
| Tryna get some, yeah |
| Lamp city for life |