Lyrics Get Back - V Don, Dave East

Get Back

I’m just trying to get back
Had some dimes in a sac
They out robbing for that, ain’t no time to react
He can rhyme, he can rap
But the swine on his back
Ride with 9's on his lap, but his mind on diamonds and plaques
He did time for his strap
He not trying to relapse, he just trying to relax
He just trying to get back
Some niggas robbed him for a watch now he trying to get back
You ever been so far from home you was dying to get back?
I spent time in the trap
No cosigning no rats
I got commas to stack, told my Momma I rap
Fuck what you profit, you whack
My uncle had that MPV, I would hop in the back
He had bottles of crack
If I got it I’ma give back
Wanted the in blue, the Versace in black
Publishing cheques so when I die there ain’t no stopping this cash
I had my Glock in the cab
Paid attention to them niggas that watch when I pass
Listened and heard their stomach growling, they plotting the crash
I pray they try me, strapped in the store I’ma raise the stash
They snatched for that beam, we could play laser tag
Nobody helped us, couldn’t give a fuck if you say you mad
I’m just trying to get back
Down to my lost dollar, trying to figure how I could get back
Plastic on them couches, public housing
No time for no nap
Police in my building, I pray I don’t get found with this Mac
He cheated on his bitch too many times
She’s just trying to get back
On a turnpike with 1,000 grams, just trying to get back
White girl driving, trunk filthy
Not lighting no gas
Come up right in front of niggas faces, they’ll line you for that
I’m just trying find me a bag
Taho had, swapped it out, we went got in the 'lac
They could offer me the rest of my life and I’m not going rat
Had to be in the field to find out there’s shooters that’s not going clap
Like I’m going to pump these pills till me and Bully falling back to back
I ain’t got time for the chat, I’m just trying to get back
I had no hope, against the ropes, young Muhammad of rap
Wonder if jail would be the same if your Honour was black
You niggas lying, down South they define it as cap
They hate to see you take a knee, bitch I’m riding with Cap
He lost like 20 in a dice game he trying to get back
But when it come to women, he Frankie Lymon with that
He got designers on speed dial, he ain’t copping from
Know how to get guap in the trap, he got time to get back
Plug fronted, fiends love that he trying to hide his stash
Tried to Osama the ave'
You know, blow it up
Slide off, go hop in the cab
More profit to get you count them extras that’s not in the bag
Rappers talking all this politics shit, they not in the lab
I done got jumped,, and I done been stabbed
I’m just trying to get back
Ride with the 9 on his lap, but he got the swine on his back
His mind on diamonds and plaques
Came from the bottom, went back
Don’t too much shopping, he stack
Rest in peace, Bundles
All through the jungle we’re sliding the stack
They fuck with me, the hood is stuck to me, no way I could detach
I’m just trying to get back
You ain’t gotta go to work no more, told my Momma «relax»
All these rappers claim they got it, trust they are not in the trap
Just smoking in the front with him, his body got found in the back
He nervous and his GPS ain’t working
He trying to get back
Down to my lost dollar, trying to figure how I could get back
Plastic on them couches, public housing
No time for no nap
Police in my building, I pray I don’t get found with this Mac
He cheated on his bitch too many times
She’s just trying to get back
On a turnpike with 1,000 grams, just trying to get back
White girl driving, trunk filthy
Not lighting no gas
Come up right in front of niggas faces, they’ll line you for that
I’m just trying find me a bag