Letra de Just Getting By, Pt. 2 - Quin NFN

(Getta Beats)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Ayy, ayy (Woah), ayy, ayy

Free 23, I've been tryna provide for my family, but still got this Glock on the seat (This Glock on the seat)

Slept on the floor 'til my bones started achin', my life started to change when I hopped on the beat (When I hopped on the mic')

Ayy, I'm in this Scat actin' bad with police 'cause I'm still servin' smoke with a ratchet on me (Ratchet on me)

Know my lawyer gon' beat up the case like Muhammad Ali, why the fuck would I ask for a plea? (Damn)

In the free, but my bro thuggin', MTDC, hop and shoot him in public like we TMZ (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

For my kids, I'ma go, this shit bigger than me

06 'cept 'em, the guys, bitch, you bigger than we (They bigger than us)

I just turned twenty-three, tell them free 23

All we do is smoke dope, they think we Vietnamese

I'ma go send an artist, but still in the streets

'Fore you come play with this, catch a kill in the streets (Yee)

Huh, they tryna diss me to get on, Quenchaw can still do a mill' in a week (Yee)

Huh, we take the back out the K, made a Drac' from it, now it got a different physique (Yee)

Huh, start up my day and I see niggas hatin', bitches too, dog, this shit a disease

Huh, start up the wheel 'fore I walk out the crib, I'm double tappin' the key

Traded my Benz and went back to the Beamers, I sent my Amiri jeans back to the cleaners (Back to the cleaners)

Still felt like a lion to a pack of hyenas (Huh), won't stop 'til this music shit packin' arenas (Packin' arenas)

Niggas gon' ditch for a lil' extra buzz, my lil' bro like to walk up and creep just because

I don't gotta go pay, get this shit off the love

.308 hit his face, big as BigXthaPlug (Boom, boom, boom)

Ayy, I kept it real when all these niggas faked it, these the same niggas that slept on my couch (Slept on my couch)

Ayy, I really built this shit up from the floor, tryna see where I go, I'ma change up the route (Change up the route)

Ayy, I know my bro really far from a rat or a mouse, but he still chasin' cheese in the trap (Damn)

Ayy, she tried to act like a shy bitch, then took a shot, now the ho got her face in my lap

Everybody with me like O Dawg, they tryna smoke y'all, I don't really hang with no jabs (Nigga)

Snuck 38, take the nose off, don't need a roll call 'cause I put the gang on the map (Gang on the map)

Ayy, I fuck around and go raw dog, she take her clothes off, I put the brains on her scalp (Ooh)

I bought my momma like three or four trucks, so this next couple thousand ain't come from no rap

Next couple thousand ain't come from no rappin', no, he kept it fifty like he Curtis Jackson

I paid the cost just to get me a fraction, but Jackson, my granny 'nem house playin' Magic

She say she like what I do with a passion, she say she like me, her new nigga average

I hit the fool when it's time to go do what I do with it tool like I knew a mechanic

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