Kid Ink, Nipsey Hussle - Get Mine lyrics

[Kid Ink, Nipsey Hussle - Get Mine lyrics]

Uh, first off, eat a dick
Try to tell me I ain't work hard
Where I'm from yeah, I could be
Worse off, life is a bitch, it was her loss
But I made it through the pain like a tattoo
Turned me to a young nigga with an attitude
What it do? Ain't shit changed, west side
You know the fucking name
It’s Kid Ink baby, came real far
Back then yeah they used to call me rock star
I'm still a rock star, 2 fingers
Up, like one just ain't enough, ah
Uh fuck the world now we making love
Been doing this shit you niggas making up
Fast life full shift, never breaking up, I
Got bars nigga, never breaking up
You hear me?

Yeah we came a long way from nothing
Made it through it all so
It must be something


Better get ready, tell them we coming
Never back down, even when they all fronting
I gotta get mine
Get it go, get it go, get it go go
I gotta get mine
Get it go, get it go, get it go go

Yeah, cause they ain't gon' give it to me
Take shots but they ain't sending to me
Want something done right better do it nigga
On the wild ride with a bunch of fluids in us
Been letting nigga slide like a playground
Anyone wanna tell them there’s
Enough to go around
Yeah, it’s going down, beef ain't
Nothing but a quarter pound, ah
And I'm ill, cancer
Gon' bust a move like a soul train dancer
Yeah I'm on they heads, antlers
Can you feel the fire, campers?
You already know who I roll
With, Alumni, Bat Gang, better get focus
Uh they all looking hopeless
Just tell them you can hold this

Yeah we came a long way from nothing
Made it through it all so
It must be something
Better get ready, tell them we coming
Never back down, even when they all fronting
I gotta get mine
Get it go, get it go, get it go go
I gotta get mine
Get it go, get it go, get it go go

Believe that, I'mma need that
Please no opinions if I ain't
Ask for your feedback
Look, nigga, we that Stevie Wonder can see
That, all of these shows sell out
And all of my hoes to see that
Wait, niggas relax, I'm in the son, B-act
But take it before they miss us
We back real
Nigga respect anywhere that we be at still
Niggas special when reach the
Level we at kill
Jealous niggas catch the case but
We gonna beat that still
Cash rules everything that nigga we got bills
My seat back, Dickie pockets with G'
Stacks, play with me wrong
I promise you get lead too fast
Yeah I sing that, said that we achieved that
Built the shit out from nothing now
Baling my reflex nigga
Where you came at? Baby yeah
Where'd you be at?
We killing competition, no condolence
Get the Kleenex on
Pissing on pots at the repass
Full time grind no recess
Expensive ass pussy if I need that
Baby suck it so good, I'm like "Damn
Where your teeth at?"

Yeah we came a long way from nothing
Made it through it all so
It must be something
Better get ready, tell them we coming
Never back down, even when they all fronting
I gotta get mine
Get it go, get it go, get it go go
I gotta get mine
Get it go, get it go, get it go go

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