Paul Wall - Got To Get It lyrics

rate me

I gotta get it, I gotta grind

I'm a put it down, I'm a get mine

But you gotta get it, but you gotta grind

I'm a put it down, gotta get mine

I gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine

I'm a put it down, I gotta get mine

Gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get mine

I'm a put it down, I gotta get mine

I'm on the road to success, I strive to be the best

I never settle for less, if I'm broke I can't rest

A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smoking on the best

Cause I deal with lots of stress, out here on this paper quest

I'm making progress, and I'm blessed oh yes

And I'm a get it to my last dying breath, then it's in peace I rest

I'm working with that bread like a chef when he cook

Now I'm back to flipping paper like I'm reading a book

Staying real with your partners that's a real good look

But when your cash stash low all your boys get shook

I been searching for that paper like it's Natalie Holloway

8 days a week, and I grind on holidays

There ain't no excuse for these boys to be broke

I know some hustlers in wheel chairs, we get it til we crock

From south po, to south postal I gotta stack them C notes

So listen up close, say I gotta get it

I gotta get them dollar signs, all of every kind

Partner, I need mine even them nickels and them dimes

I'm out on the grind, staying every lick I find

Going get it myself, there ain't no time to try and stand in line

I never fall behind, and yeah I'm full of that purple slim

But I ain't dead yet, I'm just fine

I'm still in my prime, so I pack atleast a nine

Cause haters trying to block my shine, like mini blinds (I gotta get it)

As long as opportunity knock, I'm a get that gwop

And give it all that I got until my coffin drop

The sun rise I'm the first hustler on the block

And when the sun set, I'm still out here on the clock

I'm trying to hustle for them tickets like a traffic cop

I gotta hustle and get it partner I never stop

I take that paper real serious like Dwight shoot

Stacking up loot all around the 16 route

I know the world in a recession, but I'm still progressing

Take heed to my confession, never fall to oppression

I learn from life's lesson if you keep on pressing

You'll eventually end up on top like salad dressing

I'm never second guessing, like bye bye faith

And however long the race gotta maintain pace

When the haters fall to waist, then my god grant grace

No matter what odds I face I'm a be in first place

They hustle and the haste to feed expensive taste

But me, I got grind out there on that paper chase

They turn they back on clements, but I'm still gon ride

Too many fish up in the water trying to float with the tide

No matter how high the gas price I'm still gon drive

Quite crying and complaining partner swallow your pride

While you blaming everybody for your same bad luck

I'm a be on the come up, sun down to sun up... I gotta get it