Just To Get By Songtext / Lyric

That was the warm (that was the warm up baby)

Aiight, Elite for real. One tape and Im up out of here

One, yup, yea

Lord please forgive me for my sinning, I aint saying that im finished but Im praying in advance

Cuz they way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans

When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city

My beat machine the only fucking thing I had with me

Like, Bobby had Whitney we were cooking up crack!

But them 15 credits had a nigga off track

Picture that!-The best rapper since lil Wayne in classes

The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his Bachelors

Remasterd this rap shit you hear the words coming from my lips, bastards

I never crack, I got that chapstick

I practiced til' that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter

Now where's the ladder?

Cuz either you gonna whine or climb, I choosed the ladder

Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though

Before you get tossed like a forward lateral

We never tattle, let God handle that

Or let the mob handle that, No soprano

Half Black, half white Im a piano

Im an animal my video on discovery channel

Im a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas seize to exist

Like a beach in a tsunami you'll find me in The Ville in the state of NC

Bitch if I aint back home Im up in N-Y-C bout' that money probably

Like a fucking robbery but I aint Jacking

Im chasing dreams sort of like jeans

Boy I aint slacking, Im chasing dreams sort of like Jeans boy I aint slacking

Ay take a hard look at my drive nigga no hacking on my shit

Im straight smacking niggas straight tagging niggas

Yo Im freestylin' fuck ya'll niggas ya'll be wilding and IM OUT!