Dizzy Wright - Get Back lyrics
[Dizzy Wright - Get Back lyrics]
Uh, What up
Guess who it is that’s trynna do it big
He blowin’ up that same nigga
You grew up with
Uh, Bring the bass they don’t need the drum
She said "Uh Uh, who? Katrina son?"
(Dizzy) … yeah that’s the one
The one that’s getting stares and stops
The young nigga that’s gettin’
Compared to Pac now that’s deep Uh
And I know they don’t want another Pac cause
That’s too real for the motherfuckin’ streets
But I'mma beast for Christ
They done unleashed the Wright
Early 20’s and shit
Im trynna teach weed life
It’s cool (It's cool)
If your ego won’t allow it
Fool, higher learnin’ bruh
I got some sour too aww, shit
Now they wanna kick it
Actin’ interested trynna get all
In my business
But it’s funny cause I caught the
Fuck shit befo’ you did it
You done missed out now I’m
About to make a killin’ so I say
Get Back, Get up off me
We ain’t cool don’t try to
Act like you know me we wasn’t homies then
But in the city of the sin
Pretend is all around hey
Shit now they callin’ my phone houndin’ me
Uh, Supportin’ all bout oh you proud of me
Nigga please
I remember that shit you said when
You was trynna get a verse
And I was trynna get ahead
See, I was focused on my
Bread and now I’m back, with an attitude
And I ain’t mad at you
I just don’t fuck with you
Used to be the cool guy popular to famous
Made it to this
Shit, hit me when you poppin’ up in Vegas
I done did my ground work
Developing my craft livin’ large
Happiness got me snugglin’ with my cash
Ascent with the profit
You rappers need to stop it
Got a voice for no reason what’s
A song without a topic? Dumb silent
I’m Done trying
Ya’ll should be done grindin’ front stage
Singin’ all of this music that’s young minded
Maturity alliance niggas that ain’t tryin’
Ain’t allowed in the crowd, for the smiles
So I say
Get Back, Get up off me
We ain’t cool don’t try to
Act like you know me we wasn’t homies then
But in the city of the sin
Pretend is all around hey
Guess who it is that’s trynna do it big
He blowin’ up that same nigga
You grew up with
Uh, Bring the bass they don’t need the drum
She said "Uh Uh, who? Katrina son?"
(Dizzy) … yeah that’s the one
The one that’s getting stares and stops
The young nigga that’s gettin’
Compared to Pac now that’s deep Uh
And I know they don’t want another Pac cause
That’s too real for the motherfuckin’ streets
But I'mma beast for Christ
They done unleashed the Wright
Early 20’s and shit
Im trynna teach weed life
It’s cool (It's cool)
If your ego won’t allow it
Fool, higher learnin’ bruh
I got some sour too aww, shit
Now they wanna kick it
Actin’ interested trynna get all
In my business
But it’s funny cause I caught the
Fuck shit befo’ you did it
You done missed out now I’m
About to make a killin’ so I say
Get Back, Get up off me
We ain’t cool don’t try to
Act like you know me we wasn’t homies then
But in the city of the sin
Pretend is all around hey
Shit now they callin’ my phone houndin’ me
Uh, Supportin’ all bout oh you proud of me
Nigga please
I remember that shit you said when
You was trynna get a verse
And I was trynna get ahead
See, I was focused on my
Bread and now I’m back, with an attitude
And I ain’t mad at you
I just don’t fuck with you
Used to be the cool guy popular to famous
Made it to this
Shit, hit me when you poppin’ up in Vegas
I done did my ground work
Developing my craft livin’ large
Happiness got me snugglin’ with my cash
Ascent with the profit
You rappers need to stop it
Got a voice for no reason what’s
A song without a topic? Dumb silent
I’m Done trying
Ya’ll should be done grindin’ front stage
Singin’ all of this music that’s young minded
Maturity alliance niggas that ain’t tryin’
Ain’t allowed in the crowd, for the smiles
So I say
Get Back, Get up off me
We ain’t cool don’t try to
Act like you know me we wasn’t homies then
But in the city of the sin
Pretend is all around hey