Lyrics Get Down - Torae, Freeway, Styles P

Get Down

Uh huh
Yeah
Uh, Been a minute, the city back on its shit again
Let me find out they’re checking for who can spit again
While y’all was out there leaning to get crunk
Being ‘bout it, and turning up, I ain’t never stopped what the penning did
Hominems, haikus, stanzas, and synonyms
Similes showcase what getting busy is
Bar for bars, rappers were all subpar
My shit was awesome bodies with no regard
They ain’t care about spitters when I was starting to pop
I was clicking with Preem, Mims was making it hot
Party Like A Rockstar, Shop Boyz had it on lock
I was just another star on the block
But lookee here, lookee here, now dudes starting to care
About who really be spitting, the magic back in the air
I ain’t signed by Hov or endorsed by Dre
Shit I been had something to say
Tell ‘em I get down, shit I’m repping the town
Plotting on the crown, problem pound-for-pound
Tell ‘em I get down, ripping it all around
Stay true to the sound, adjectives and nouns
Tell ‘em I get down, repped for the underground
the sound, to the top I’m down
Tell ‘em I get down, homie I get
Tell ‘em I get, homie I get
Tell ‘em I get down
Like the top of the drop, drop when you come through the block
In hood weather, good weather or not
That means grind ‘til you shine, it’s good whether or not
They fairweathers in here whether it’s better or not
And they couldn’t weather the storm, they reign at the top
Well surely they Katt Williams right before Kevin Hart
Talking stats and not status, either get it or not
My days spent trying to get it and knot
Tryna get it to knock for blocks, better get it to rock
Or better yet, better get it to rot
The boy wonder is chalked full of the dope, I’m just full of the hope
The triple threaded double entendre single me out
Fuck it, it’s all mathematics, grammatic
I emphatically had it below average, stats high, that’s the status quo
Woah, tell ‘em they just don’t know
My little not little Jon while you was getting low