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dee-1 - jason geter lyrics

[intro]
“they spun a web for me, they spun a web for me”
100 percent
true story
look
feel me

[verse 1]
ti the king of the south
yeah, that’s one of my favorite artists and one of the hardest out
it’s like 2008, it’s the summer
i’m in atlanta
i know i can’t get to tip, so i tried to get to his manager
jason geter, i research him and all his history
he helped discover tip, i think he’ll be the perfect fit for me
g-ssing up the honda, i’m on my way to the a
came up on the spot to stay, crashing with my partna’ tre
i would wake up everyday p-ssing by grand hustle offices
demo in my hand, when i see him, i might just start to spit
that ain’t never work, so i would hit the streets at night
bankhead, club crucial, paying to perform at open night
35 dollars just to do one song
i’m thinking maybe he’ll be there, see me and then it’s on
no, it never did work that way
but, then i met a girl who said that she was friends with j
i gotta shot now

[interlude]
h-llo?
yeah man, so if i come out to atlanta dawg
i’m just gonna try to like meet jason jeter dawg
i can crash by you?
that’s cool?
i’m just gonna look at his tweets and see where he be at
you know what i mean?
i know where the offices is
i looked it up online for grand hustle
so, man i appreciate that
i’m just gonna crash on yo’ sofa for about a week maybe two
alright?
thank you dawg
yeah

[verse 2]
so, i meet this girl i like and i start to feel this chick
told me she knew jason jeter then my whole demeanor switched
she told me like this, “they was real real cool”
and she wanna see me blow cuz i’m a real chill dude
plus, she said my demo cd sounded real real smooth
when she listen, it put her in a real chill mood
so, i leave out the a thinking she gon’ handle that
nothing ever came about, so a couple months later i’m back
same demo, same imo, en route to atlanta
from louisiana, driving through montgomery, alabama
got into a bad accident, totaled out my whip
end of shoulder, broke finger, spent a night in the hospi-
t-a-l, still ain’t quit, had to get to atl
next morning, i caught the greyhound, and made it there by 12
spent another week there, but didn’t meet jason geter
broke finger, sprained shoulder, now i’m back home with bonita
mama, pray for me
pray for me
pray for me

[interlude 2]
h-llo, man my bad
i don’t mean to call you so late dawg
man, i just totated my car out here in alabama dawg
i’m trying to drive to atlanta to meet that boy jason geter dawg
man, i’m up in the hospital dawg
my shoulder all messed up dawg like
i ain’t got no health insurance nothing bruh
like, i’m stuck dawg
i’m just gonna catch the greyhound to atlanta tomorrow bruh
i’mma still try to meet him

[verse 3]
2010, me and ben, sxsw
still ain’t’ met j g, but bent on seeing him
this the last day and we walking, quickly, quick feet
i can’t believe i see j g standing right in front me
i approach, told him my name, shook his hand awkwardly
my finger still broke, and my shoulder was still bothering me
i handed him the demo
he was like, “i heard of you
my friend told me about you and said a good word or two”
then, we part ways, a couple months p-ss
i don’t hear from him
dropped that “50, weezy”, song of the year, and now i’m buzzing
i get a call, b-rich put him on the line
he said, “come to atl, i’m gon manage you, it’s that time”
so, i go, me and e, it was december 13
i hopped in the studio, and spit that heat, spit that heat
he my manager
long time coming, but it’s cool
i got a lot of dreams, good to see one of em’ coming true
finally
it’s coming true

[verse 4]
they say the sun don’t shine forever
so, even if we choose not to grind together, we grind forever
things didn’t work the way i thought they would
but, i would rather learn by going through it
this is from the soul
i need a h-rn through it
–trumpet note–
so soulful
i’m so grateful when i look back on my life
and, the ups and downs that i’ve experienced
i’m so thankful cuz’ i believe
the journey is more important than the destination
that’s why there’s no beef, no salt, no hating
just mutual respect, it happened for a reason
and, i’m thankful for that season
jason geter

[trumpet solo]

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