Testo Get Back - Dizzy Wright
Testo della canzone Get Back (Dizzy Wright), tratta dall'album SmokeOut Conversations
Uh
What up?
Guess who it is that's tryna do it big
He blowing up, that same nigga you grew up with, uh
He bring the bass, he don't need a drum
She said, "Uh-uh, who, Katrina's son?" (Dizzy?)
Yeah that's the one, the one that's getting stares and stops
The young nigga that's getting compared to Pac
Now that's deep, uh
And I know they don't want another Pac
Cause that's too real for these motherfucking streets
But I'm a beast for Christ, they done unleashed the rights
Early 20s and shit, I'm tryna teach weed life, it's cool
If your ego won't allow it, fool
Higher learning, bruh, I got some sour too
Ah, shit, now they wanna kick it
Acting interested, tryna get all in my business
But it's funny cause I caught the fuck shit before you did it
You done missed out, now I'm 'bout to make a killing, so I say
Get back, get back, get up off me, get up off me
It ain't cool, don't try to act like you know me
We wasn't homies then
But in the city of the sin, pretenders all around, all around
Get back, get back, get up off me, get up off me
It ain't cool, don't try to act like you know me
We wasn't homies then
But in the city of the sin, pretenders all around, all around
Shit, now they calling my phone, hounding me, uh
Supporting all but, oh, you proud of me
Nigga please, I remember that shit you said
When you was tryna get a verse, and I was tryna get ahead
See I was focused on my bread, and now I'm back with an attitude
And I ain't mad at you, I just don't fuck with you
Used to be the cool guy, popular to famous
Native to this shit, hit me when you popping up in Vegas
I done did my groundwork, developing my craft
Living large, happiness got me snuggling with my cash
A simp with the profit, you rappers need to stop it
Got a voice for no reason, what's a song without a topic?
Dumb silent, I'm done trying
Y'all should be done grinding
Front stage singing all of this music that's young minded
Maturity alliance, niggas that ain't trying
Ain't allowed in a crowd full of smiles, so I say
Get back, get back, get up off me, get up off me
It ain't cool, don't try to act like you know me
We wasn't homies then
But in the city of the sin, pretenders all around, all around
Get back, get back, get up off me, get up off me
It ain't cool, don't try to act like you know me
We wasn't homies then
But in the city of the sin, pretenders all around, all around
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Writer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon
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