Gotta Get Mine

(Chorus 1)

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine....you gotta get yours
Get yours!

(Verse 1)

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, man, hand on my 9
Smokin' blunts a skunk, making holes in punks
And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk
Live the life of a hustler, high 'til I die
Meeting bitches, getting riches, miss me with lies
Picture me living out my life as a busta
I'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock and blast mothafuckas
I live thug life, baby, I'm hopeless
Chokin' off indo, tryin' to keep my focus
Don't let that bullshit worry me
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me
God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'
Pour out some liqour for my crew, i'm still strugglin'
Yeahhhhh
You know the time
Whether it's rhyme or crime, man, I gotta get mine

(Chorus 2)

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine......get yours!