Getting Started

[Verse 1]
This for all that shit that gone wrong and gone bad
That when good, but than come back
Them long roads and all that
But, I'm so prepared for this combat
I'm laced up, no MGK
Big salute, though the MGK
I've been locked out, no NBA
Before I hit the stage, let me pray
I've been kicked out, and ripped on
You would've thought by now that the kids gone
But, I stuck strong and I am strong
So, John Lennon lives on and
We don't give a fuck about what haters gotta say
We just grind hard every day and then we shove it in they face
Don't tell me what you do have, cool cap
I can't relate, do rap, move back
After my photoshoot, I bring the clothes and the shoes back
I'm from a town where them feds came
Locked everybody up off of cocaine
I saw that, did the same all for the hope of getting in the rap game
I've done big shows, small shows
'Fear what else could go wrong' shows
From the lost souls to award shows
I guess that's how this all goes, but don't blink now
You might miss it all, rain check when you invite me to Fall
Success, I got your call, all because of the things I saw

[Hook]
And if they thinking that it's over
Tell 'em we just getting started
I think they know we're getting closer
That's why they tryna make it harder

[Post-Hook]
But I like that, when you fight hard then I fight back
If I fall down then I bounce back, I'm talking like I'm right back
With a face like 'Yeah, it's like that'
Hit the stage with that 'might at'
Dressed to kill, night glass
Tell 'em websites they can type that

[Verse 2]
Like all good things, this takes time
You might've made your bet, but don't make mine
I hear the talk through the grapevine
But, I crushed that and drank great wine
I paid great lines across state lines
Only time I know is game time
I'm from that 8-4-5, name someone else hotter that ain't signed
Or is signed, that shit's fine
When I can out rhyme, pigs fly
Hell freezes, tail Jesus, competitions on the island
Doral reeves, said it'll be too late when they don't need us
Bunch of motherfucking male divas
We used to have to sell what the scale reads us
Shit's in color cause of my pale features
Now we getting paid when we sell features
Thank God, right, Mom?
I knew I broke your heart when your eyes saw
A shoebox full of that white raw, look like one big white ball
She cry when she turn them lights on
And told me that this life's wrong
What you think I'm trying to get this might for?
Adios, say my 'proach to this music shit that I did with coke
Start small, no calls, get a little money but you don't ball
Shit get shady, turn your phone off, no set ups
Then you won't fall, don't talk unless spoken to
And only do what you're supposed to do, and that's grind

[Hook]
And if they thinking that it's over
Tell 'em we just getting started
I think they know we're getting closer
That's why they tryna make it harder

[Post-Hook]
But I like that, when you fight hard then I fight back
If I fall down then I bounce back, I'm talking like I'm right back
With a face like 'Yeah, it's like that'
Hit the stage with that 'might at'
Dressed to kill, night glass
Tell 'em websites they can type that