Get It How We Get It / Splack - Interlude Lyrics - Against Da Grain - Youngbloodz

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime 

Know what I'm saying? 

Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga 

Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean? 

See... 

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga 

Send your weak body floating in the river 

Ways of the day, man nobody knows 

If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44. 

Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo' 

Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope 

See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold 

Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold 

Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show 

For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow 

Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor 

Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat 

The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat 

Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul 

Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go 

Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho' 

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Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas 

Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust 

From tracks to traps, slabs to raps 

Spread a little round', make it all come back 

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain 

And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain 

Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass 

So get your face up out the floor 

And know that it's real 

Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live 

My life day by day, in the way I only should 

So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good 

To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path 

To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast 

And in a flash, you back at home 

Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep 

Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep 

Now take a peep, and tell me what you see 

It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets 

So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit 

Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick 

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I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up 

Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck 

I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made 

10% in church, oh it's a business now 

Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit 

Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though 

A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro' 

I went from trapped thang off in this rap game 

Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same 

And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes 

You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise 

They say they know the deal, they say it's all real 

They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill 

A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill 

I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil' 

[hook]