[Intro]
Gotta get my groove back, you know?
It's been a little minute
Yeah
Yeah
Uh

[Verse: 1]
Label me greedy, but see me finish what Petey started
From Carolina where n***as spray like graffiti artists
The south n***a, n***as used to think we retarded
And slow as hell, but well well, now we regarded as the n***as (yea)
I fuck with non rapping n***as, non clapping n***as
N***as is real, y'all is action figures (Ha)
Ain't into acting bigger than I really am
Ain't no two ways around it, motherfucker I'm the man
Where the beef at?
Back in the days I ain't even go out for recess
A n***a don't play, man, I been living okay
Been up in Queens where they 'rid of those foes
And n***as GATs got bodies like video hoes
It's J.Cole, you not fucking with just any old flow
I'm like the '95 Penny, you like Penny '04
No disrespect to my favorite player
N***as praying a n***a never see the day a n***a rich
So I'm slaying n***as, yeah
[Chorus]
This is for my n***as tryna make it
Watch out for them evil ass n***as tryna take it, uh
They love to see a n***a dead, up in jail
Living in a world where we set up to fail
But I'ma get it, n***a, I'm finna get it (Uh)
I'ma get it, n***a, I'm finna get it (Yeah)
I'ma get it, n***a, I'm finna get it (Yeah)
I'ma get it, n***a, I gotta get it

[Verse: 2]
Yeah
N***as in the streets know
N***a bless beats, I got that priest flow, heavenly
You gonna cross over if he reach for the rock
Just a figure a speech for the Glock
From the Ville, where police know the heat flow a lot (Yeah)
Like a beach, yo, it’s hot, n***as laid out
Caught a fake n***a centerfield, it's 'cause they played out
Watch our boys fade out, n***as tryna hate
If he only knew my dick's in his dame mouth
Just made out, came out the woodworks
Now they tryna peep a n***a footwork
I'm getting real green, y'all n***as playing on some good turf
Fake money, scared money, never make money
And a n***a never fear nothing but God, fuck a facade, I'm just
Focused on stuffing my pockets up with them wads and shit
Hundred thousand dollar deposit shit
Been dreaming 'bout millions since a n***a was five or six
And so I strive, I'm the God, this some bible shit
N***a I
Yeah
[Chorus]
This is for my n***as tryna make it
Watch out for them evil ass n***as tryna take it, uh
They love to see a n***a dead, up in jail
Living in a world where we set up to fail
But I'ma get it, n***a, I'm finna get it (Uh)
I'ma get it, n***a, I'm finna get it (Yeah)
I'ma get it, n***a, I'm finna get it (Yeah)
I'ma get it, n***a, I gotta get it

[Verse 3]
Tell 'em visions Geppetto, my n***as in ghettos with Scarface dreams
On the block with the hard hate, that's all they seen
N***as killing n***as in broad day on all they screens
Watching cops loving car chase scenes
N***as arrested
Treat us like roaches, the prison's n***a infested
They hate to see the day we ain't slain, n***as invested
All created equal looks like equal to a less than
Depending on your race, or depending on your address, man
I've been blessed, was given less and but still progress, man
I hate to see the position my n***as left in
Sling dope or n***a you slave for minimum wage
Ashamed
But we living in the cage, so n***a get paid, shit
How could I tell a n***a not to hustle?
Yeah, it's a better life my n***a, but it's not for us though
Instead they wanted us to break, they never wanted us to make it (Yeah)
To my n***as: smarten up until we smart enough to take it, n***a