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poetic killa - getting even lyrics

[verse 1: poetic k!lla]

you can go ahead and ask me how i’m f-ckin’ livin’ though
always grindin’ see i focus till my vision froze
you b-tch and moan man i’m sorry we got different goals
so i’m a motherf-ckin’ show you how this really goes(uh)
but by all means hustle
i remember all the cold nights and all these struggles
i ali shuffled, fought back through all these troubles
now this the belly of the beast in this concrete jungle (yeah, yeah)
we don’t live by the rules
get in the booth and tell you what we gettin’ into
don’t get it confused, i’m much more different from dudes
cause i’ve lived the same sh-t they oblivious to (yeah, yeah)
so this is what y’all bound to see
i’m gettin’ what they said i couldn’t yeah i got mouths to feed
the ones that don’t know but stayed always doubtin’ me
this for y’all motherf-ckas who have it out for me

{hook 1: poetic k!lla]

here in the flesh i ain’t sorry and i’m never leavin’
we all here to battle our own set of demons
breakin’ through to the other side we gettin’ even
took my kindness as a weakness now i’m gettin’ even

[verse 2: scarz]

mainly depressed
spent a lot of the time takin’ blades to the chest
spit a lot of rhymes and it made me the best
never came with a check
but it came with respect
till’ they lay me to rest
you could spray spray
with ya a-k
for a pay day
still a bay bay
doin nay nays
take a vaca
wit ya lame ways
its a g-y faze
never brain fade
always on the sane wave
you can see me comin and i’m comin’ from the back
you can see me runnin’ i’m a gunner on attack
dog, you ain’t gonna see me comin
i ain’t doin this for fun and i keep it jumpin from the front
into the back
who the f-ck is that
dude could f-ckin rap
every single time he’s in the booth he f-ckin’ snaps
always spittin’ truth
and he ain’t movin wit the packs
talk a lotta sh-t
but he can prove it in a track
rollin with a back pack
full of fat raps
never back track
never gat strap
never blat blat
man i’m past that
you should p-ss that
where the fat stacks
every day i’m tryna
get it where the cash at
music gave me somthing to believe in
that’s the reason i can not leave it
respect the best of it
i’ve been tested its ’bout the time we get even
come on!

[hook 2: poetic k!lla]

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