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karabo grant – getting it lyrics

[intro:]
uh, uh , gimme music uh, gimme wha, yeah gimme all, wha, uh , gimme music

[verse 1:]
gimme music over people any day
with this pen i prove i ain’t no paperweight
tryna pave my way, to the day to the day where dreams outweigh life’s pain
life’s sacrifice
cuz i get tired
people compare me to folks up in the states
insulting me with silly names
like “oreo”, true story yo
i’d give an arm to leave a legacy
got many opportunities should really be recording mo’
cuz i put so much dough in
but i lack a lotta focus
cuz i get distracted by the fact that i ain’t very social
i doubt myself way too much
low self-esteem ain’t very vocal
cuz this world is so self-conscious
though i receive lots of compliments
bout my rap sk!lls
but down goes my whole confidence
when pretty girls brush me off
cuz i can’t even afford some real cheap reebok’s
ain’t necessarily saying that i got it hard
but with the way i’m living gotta find a way out
so ima leave what don’t give me some paper or some options
peeps gon hate but popping p-ssy
put no paper in my pocket

[chorus:]
i’m tryna make millions not mates
i’m tryna count billions not babes
moving up that ladder is the dream it don’t come cheap
many hate, judgemental, don’t care i ain’t all about fitting in cuz…
i’m tryna make millions not mates
i’m tryna count billions not babes
ain’t no way what ya’ll say gon’ change my path success is my rate
can’t bring me down
i’m standing proud,loud cuz i got the dopest sound

[verse 2:]
the underground want me to go hard and rap like i’m the badest
listeners want swagger like my problems don’t even f-cken matter
won’t roll joints as pick me ups
don’t want my life up in smoke
music my sanctuary we all need a way in life to f-cken cope
tryna inspire m-sses before i am turned to ashes
life ain’t fair but i don’t care
as long as odds are in my favour, yeah
i’m tryna beat the odds, prove everybody wrong
like the riff raff in my cl-ss
laughing and mocking on my bad maths
they tryna bring me down
they tryna break my spirit
ima pay them back one day, i always give back triple interest
they can say i’m just another wannabe american
i’m wasting all my cash
but i know i will get it one day two times back
i’m at the bottom of the food chain
tryna make something more of my name
not to gain a little fake
i’ll spit whatever’s relavent
don’t care much about acceptance
choose real buds over having 102 fake friends

[chorus:]
moving up that ladder is the dream it don’t come cheap
many hate, judgemental, don’t care i ain’t all about fitting in cuz…
i’m tryna make millions not mates
i’m tryna count billions not babes
ain’t no way what ya’ll say gon’ change my path success is my rate
can’t bring me down
i’m standing proud,loud cuz i got the dopest sound
i’m tryna make millions not mates
i’m tryna count billions not babes

- karabo grant lyrics

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