Gettin’ To It

Race against the dial, aight

[Hook]
Ph touched down I really had no plans
Honestly I never left cos the dope god damn
Nigga I was callin brodie was really not my mans
Niggas never gonna find me in they scope no chance *uh*
Racks busy stackin I'm bout to go cross lands *uh*
Everyday working, I got four five hands *uh*
Getting to the money cos I know I can *uh*
Getting to the money cos I know I can *uh*

[Verse]
Tell me what you know bout leavin your country
Cos you really ain't got no other option
Tell me what you know bout cappin to them people out in customs
Just so you can get past em
Tell me what you know bros turned opps
Cos they put they hands out for your profit
Trynna get deep in your pockets
Cut em off it's just part of the process
Cut them niggas off, start the motion, now pedal *uh*
Started from the bottom like the fucking ground, shovel *uh*
Take it to the top, I'm talking fucking crown level *uh*
They say that money evil so I stay around devils *uh*
Imma keep my distance from them fuckin loud rebels
Cos they ain't saying shit but they think they sound clever *uh*
I be quiet, I be stackin, keep my mouth level *uh*
Shit is now or never, ain't a trace of doubt ever
Don't be givin niggas inches
They turn around and want a mile
24/7 with the business
I'm on a race against the dial

[Hook]
Ph touched down I really had no plans
Honestly I never left cos the dope god damn
Nigga I was callin brodie was really not my mans
Niggas never gonna find me in they scope no chance *uh*
Racks busy stackin I'm bout to go cross lands *uh*
Everyday working, I got four five hands *uh*
Getting to the money cos I know I can *uh*
Getting to the money cos I know I can *uh*