Just to Get By

That was the warm-up, that was the warm-up, baby
Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and I'm up outta here
One, yup
Yeah
Lord, please forgive me for my sinnin'
I ain't sayin' that I'm finished, but I'm prayin' in advance
'Cause the way her eyes glance like they playin' in my pants
Yeah, ball game, I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans
When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city
My beat machine the only fuckin' thing I had with me
Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cookin' up crack
But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track
Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor's
But mastered this rap shit
You hear the words comin' from my lips
Bastards, I never crack, I got that chapstick
I practiced 'til that shit made perfect
And served it to the people on a silver platter
Now where's the ladder?
'Cause either you gonna whine or you climb, I chose the latter
Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder, though
'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral
We never tattle, let God handle that or let the mob handle that
No Soprano, half Black, half white, I'm a piano
I'm an animal, my video on Discovery Channel, I'm a beast
When my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease to exist
Like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me in the 'Ville in the state of NC
Bitch, if I ain't back home, I'm up in NYC, 'bout that money probably
Like a fuckin' robbery, but I ain't jackin'
I'm chasin' dreams, sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'
I'm chasin' dreams, sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin'
Hey, take a hard look at my drive, nigga, no hackin' on my shit
I'll straight smack a nigga, straight taggin' niggas
Yo, I'm freestylin', fuck y'all niggas, y'all be wildin', and I'm out