Get ’em

[Chorus: Zi]
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it

[Verse 1: Zi]
Yourrself is not something you should be a shame to be
I know she loves me but the thing is ain't a thing for free
We're all running after numbers fuck justice 'cause it's plain to see
They only make laws to constrain the weak
So we be trying to make that paper everyday just hustling
Whether on a 9 to 5 or selling drugs and shit
Sometimes we fantasize 'bout copping guns and shit
And go to rob a bank like Tony Musulin
See we struggle but stay confidant
We're coming from the bottom bitch
And suffer from the consequence
Got troubles and enough of them
Learn to count on yourself and don't discuss this shit
'Cause when you reach out for help that's when you lose another friend
See when shit gets a little tough that's when the cowards emerge
You know about the table be around when it turns
And those who like to blame complain and scream at the world
You gotta know that action speaks louder words

[Chorus: Zi]
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it

[Verse 2: Zi]
I'm running around my mind looking for Gandhi
See my regrets are very alive but still they haunt me
My weak side is getting stronger than the strong me
Now you can see the fire in my eyes ring the alarm b
I used to call you baby heart beating like a hundred and one drums
You'd still be my lady if my pockets were carrying some funds
So get in shape 'cause time is paper and all it ever did was run run
No matter how well you make it don't forget where you come from
Fuck the hate only accountable to God
'Cause ain't a thing I could get credit for
I keep my palms together fingers to the sky
Or knees and hands and forehead on the floor
Everyday you're working and working and working working until
They pull the curtains reach surface ain't nothing worth what you feel
You're flipping burgers trying to nurture your skills
Ain't really trying to be perfect I'm trying to be perfectly real

[Chorus: Zi]
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
Get 'em g' get 'em
And show 'em you ain't gon' drop it