[Intro]
Tre made this beat
[Verse 1]
Even though we barely talkin', know it's gettin' hard in that pen
Starin', eyeballin' at the wall, losin' your mind, screamin' fuck friends
Now you thinkin' everybody puppet, was it all fake and was it all pretend?
I ain't with you, so it's gonna take for you to be a man and lift up your chin
Made a promise to you, I'll never cross it, I really hope you ain't lost it
I know your trust exhausted, but I'm still here for you, bruh
We was runnin' up dirty money from Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Swear to God, I ain't see it comin', but I won't give nothin' up, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, get well, I know it's hard starin' at the wall 'cause you don't get mail
Just know that I did the bеst that I could just in case shit fails
Ain't never еver been on top of no church, but I ring big bells
Yeah, you proud, but you sick as hell
Uh, get rich, eh, I gotta rich
I gotta get my dawgs out, that been one of my goals, nigga
And I know you don't know about it, but they want me, so I just might blow up, probably
If anything, I know the Lord got me, but rest in peace their soul, nigga, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ayy, they can lock you up physically, but you still free in your mind
Don't feel some type of way when I don't answer, nigga, it's a reason I declined
And ye' ain't gotta strap it down, leave it to me, nigga, leave that shit behind
'Cause tryna get rich and deal with your opps at the same time don't combine
Nigga, I been done lost it, I'll free all them bosses
I know they hurtin' inside, that's why I'm here to bring it out
Nigga, I been done lost it, I'll free all them bosses
I know they hurtin' inside, that's why I'm here to bring it out, oh
Money bring pain, but it come with treasure, too
Nah, they ain't finna fuck with you until you on top, that's when they gon' treasure you
That fake-ass shit, I'll never do, now I keep me a knot or two
These niggas done crossed the line with my family, now I gotta shoot
Ridin' 'round with them niggas every night, steady preachin’ 'bout how they ain't gon' change
Nigga, they probably lyin', for real
Ridin' 'round with them niggas every night, steady preachin’ 'bout how they ain't gon' change
Nigga, they probably lying
Abel fuckin' with Cain, I'm from the bottom, the pain
But still, my nigga, remain, like a slave 'cause he in them chains
Talkin' bail, let's get it arranged 'cause without 'em, it be feelin' strange
They keep discussin' 'bout knockin' my muffin, that shit I will not entertain
Do you hear me when I say it ain't no days off? I'm doin' shit that they thought that I couldn't
I know they see me, they just act like they ain't lookin'
Nigga, it ain't no days off, I'm doin' shit that they thought that I couldn't
I know they see me, they just act like they ain't lookin'
[Chorus]
But I hope he get well, I know it's hard starin' at the wall 'cause you don't get mail
Just know that I did the best that I could just in case shit fails
Ain't never ever been on top of no church, but I ring big bells
Yeah, you proud, but you sick as hell
Uh, get rich, eh, I gotta rich
I gotta get my dawgs out, that been one of my goals, nigga
And I know you don't know about it, but they want me, so I just might blow up, probably
If anything, I know the Lord got me, but rest in peace their soul, nigga, yeah
Get Well was written by LG Malique & Tre Gilliam.
Get Well was produced by Tre Gilliam.
LG Malique released Get Well on Mon Jun 08 2020.