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shiv. - just to get by remix lyrics

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yeah
it’s shiv
we gettin’ to it, baby
we gettin’ to it, baby
let’s get into it, baby
yea
uh

time is key, and i never wanna waste it
sing off-key in the middle of the bas-m-nt
add some weed, & a little bit of b-ss, and
then we leadin’ the mothaf-ckin’ race

i want no beef, i want no steak
i want no heat, i want no shade
only want peace inside my brain
so i just do me and make my case

allow me to…

re-introduce myself, i’m shiv
here to take your worries & just turn ’em positive
if you livin’ check-to-check, i know a better way to live
and i swear to god i was given this gift to tell you what it is

just take the p-ssion and the hustle, and create something that sticks
and when your time is right, make sure you never let it slip
in this day and age, with the internet ablaze
what good is stage presence if n0body share a clip, huh?

yesterday is never better than tomorrow
i make choices based on history to mitigate my future sorrow
i’m living like my time is borrowed, so no day of mine is hollow
ducking/dodging in the cut like i’m chop-o

break out the pen, chasin’ after pennies
write a 16; little piece of me for the many
i’m like a 1960s hippie with 20/20
abundance for my many…by 2020…

…for them beat jnkie henchmen. i do it for my inner clique
blood runs thicker than water, that’s why i’m k!llin’ it
bout to go rambo on my stallone and my tiller sh-t
you in-and-out the picture cuz you sweet, i’m ya fillin’

i am what i am, you could like it or love it
i got a couple grand in my hand, talking like a puppet
so you can understand the apprehension that i have in my “plan b.”
cuz my “plan a” is nasty

and i’m so far past these
idiot rappers that be humming over them trap beats
man see, y’all need me in this mothaf-ckin’ game
n0body thought i’d make it; i got no one else to blame

i mean think about that…i got no one else to blame
no one else to thank, except the ones i’m breaking bank with
if beat jnkie went under, i would be the one it sank with
word, muhf-ckas; beat jnkie music the gang, b-tch

don’t do it for the mansion, don’t do it for the cash
i do it cuz i am the man with the plan
and cuz i know that i can, and i’m d-mn good at it
c-cky with my growth, “sn0b the builder” breakin’ attics

i’m an addict, i’m a jnkie, all my tracks making a mark
turnkey ambition; i don’t need a push to start
now i’m living lavish, albeit i’m on a budget
stylin’ is a habit, & n0body else could touch me

so f-ck ’em hoes, they be calling, they be calling
thinkin’ that i’m dope, so naturally i must be ballin’
but they do not see the heart and all the work that is involved
so if you ain’t here for the music, prolly best that you be gone, b-tch

i’m all alone at the top; the view’s better
more bars, more flows, more options than ever
she wanna catch a bone, like a b-tch playin’ fetch
but i’m sittin’ on the throne, writing strongly worded letters

i’m geppetto with the setup; pulling strings to make a move
but this jnkie independent; ain’t no strings attached to you
aw dude, you don’t even have to do what i do
to know i do it better than anybody, including you

so

whoever listening to the verses that i’m writin’
just know that i’m p-ssed and calling up he-rs-s, you should be frightened
i’m christening ya b-tch & rebirthing hip hop tonight
and if you cross me, kkk; light all of yo -sses on fire

i’m like y-o, why, oh why, oh
did you have to start a fight with me?
devilish, but always wakin’ up with angels next to me
now i have to embarr-ss you in front of your people
take you to church, you see my logo on the steeple?

h-lla k!ller lethal flows, ain’t even got a weapon
but this gosh-given gift finna send yo -ss to heaven
maybe h-ll…i can’t tell what the f-ck you really are
you flip-floppin’ through shade, you are not at a beach bar

i got beach bars, heat bars, flaming sambuca
shards cause enemies scars, sh-t’ll go right through ya
i make my cake with flower just cuz i love to see it rise
ironically proportional to how low that my eyes go

i’m bored of making the bills just to pay the bills
so all you billboard rappers, start running for the hills
i finna tally up my k!lls, this the war of art
don’t mean no ill will, but i been ill from the start

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