Текст песни Stalley "Gettin' By"

[Verse: 1] 

No champagne bottles but we celebratin' 

Just a bunch of weed smoke how we elevatin' 

We've been hella patient but our times come 

Played the background, kept it silent 

Now bring the drum, lets vibe one 

Time for my n-gga's trapped in the slump 

And for my n-gga's that's been down since day one 

This our glory, the platform is set to tell our story 

The bottom dwellers went from rags to riches 

From the beat up buggy to the platinum sixes 

The baddest women show off our existence 

Paper plate eating, we the fendi print dishes 

We was dead broke trying to make sense with struggling times 

With good time wishes the stars we wished upon 

Now ever align now the gold on our necks got a grill and shine 

All gold king with a scholar mind 

I studied the buildings while building mine 

I got an empire fine high like the Guggenheim 

No picasso, martinez when im jotting rhymes 

See I see life at an incline 

Everything gets better with a little hard work and time 

So I hard work my grind 

Now my whole team can shine 

And we elevating like a Lebron 

Dont shout BCG until our times up 

Tell the buddha monk turn the bass up 

I'm bout to outrun these n-gga's tell them lace up 

Was once far behind now I'm way front 

Outrun em n-gga's tell them lace up 

[Hook] 

We seen hard times so I put them in the rhymes 

And drag through the dirt trynna call sides 

Been through hell now let the gods shine 

An outcast from the far side 

Who made a mob tie from rough beggining's to a smooth ride 

Roll up the buddha now lets get high 

For my n-gga's locked down trying to get by 

I swear to god my n-gga's this is our time 

[Verse: 2] 

Remember broke days bumming black and milds 

Trying to relieve stress that was passed down 

Sipping pints of gin trying to pass out 

Chopping grams of raw trying to cash out 

Cause illegal was the only way out 

Didn't see another route we was all in the house 

Watching boyz in the hood trying to figure it out 

Didn't want to be Ricky and get gunned down 

Cause before the scholarships hollow tips passed out 

So the hoop dreams deflate and I need food for plate 

And momma's rent late 

So these pockets full of stones and this .38 

Will all seal my fate 

It's a dirty game and when I get these stones off 

We gunna celebrate 

A stone cold killer who don't hesitate 

A heavyweight for the cake 

Ain't no featherweight 

I snatch a chicken out his coop 

And let the feathers shake to soothe this belly ache 

[Hook] 

We seen hard times so I put them in the rhymes 

And drag through the dirt trynna call sides 

Been through hell now let the gods shine 

An outcast from the far side 

Who made a mob tie from rough beggining's to a smooth ride 

Roll up the buddha now lets get high 

For my n-gga's locked down trying to get by 

I swear to god my n-gga's this is our time