Young Rai - MR. GO GETTER / COME AROUND

(Nigga I play this shit everyday)
(Everyday a nigga get out of bed
And I pour me another one nigga)
(I get home from work)
(And I pour me another one nigga, I'm outside)
Yeah
I'm a whole menace
Niggas trying to play God but they dead critics
Grown nigga, I'm a man with it
If you don't got your blick you should go get it
I'm a sniper nigga, aim from long distance
Go get it like a bad serve in tennis
Show some love with it
I got my cup it got some mud in it
Put on my tux and now I'm out for business
Mr. Go Get It (I'ma go get it)
Yeah
I'ma go get it (I'ma go get it)
I get the chicken, bread, the green, the gold relish
(And the gold relish)
Yeah
I'ma go get it (What?)
I'ma go get it, yeah
Go get a check and I go get a bag
And I fuck on lul shorty I smack on that ass
If I up wit this glock then you know I'm gon spazz
And you won't see a face cause we all got a mask
I bust at a nigga I complete the task
Wont hit the net ion beef wit no fags
I just be wit them gettas we don't wave no flags
We gon run that bag up 'til we all got a bag
Know we gon march to the bag like a soldier
We ready for war we gon step 'til the finish
I don't give a fuck if nobody was wit me
I'll step by myself do this shit independent
I'm in the black and you know I got mask and all black
For you niggas who want happy endings
I'm Real Go Getta the shit that I'll do
For my fam better stop me cause JAYQ relentless
Ain't fucking wit ya
Niggas will switch on you quick
How you eating but I can't eat wit ya?
Fuck whats for dinner
I done fed niggas who turned to be snakes
Now they ass on the menu
Showed niggas love did that shit like we blood
And when I turn my back niggas be out to get ya
Nah I don't trust niggas
I just show love niggas crossing my boundary
I'll be out to get ya (Be out to get ya)
I'm a whole menace
Niggas trying to play God but they dead critics
Grown nigga, I'm a man with it
If you don't got your blick you should go get it
I'm a sniper nigga, aim from long distance
Go get it like a bad serve in tennis
Show some love with it
I got my cup it got some mud in it
Put on my tux and now I'm out for business
Mr. Go Get It (I'ma go get it)
Yeah
I'ma go get it (I'ma go get it)
I get the chicken, bread, the green, the gold relish
(And the gold relish)
Yeah
I'ma go get it
I'ma go get it
Yeah
I'ma go get it
Wouldn't be Raiatouille unless I had a skillet
Just emptied my red cup, I'ma go fill it
Accepting all bread and beef, I want a philly
Replace my heart with my real one when it's chilly
Yeah, she want me to sign her titties
Yeah, she wont get nun' but a penny
Yeah, I want these hundreds and fifties
Yeah, I don't give fuck bout these bitches
These bitches some birds and I'm all bout a band
I don't give
I don't give time for no messing
I want all my cash on demand
I done got, I done got spatulas
I been whisking the pots and the pans
Plenty thots that text me on the gram
Plenty plugs that done served me for grams
I met friends that done turned into fam
Probably got friends that're still hiding their venom
Probably got opps that still think 'I can get him'
My nigga cant catch up to Mr. Go Getter
I stay on 10, that's the size of my shoe
And I've done so much stepping so now I cant fit 'em
Mr. Go Getter, bitch I'ma go get it
Got cash inside, and it's surrounding my denim
(It's coming right back to me)
(I'ma go get it and get it again)
(What goes around comes around)
(A nigga been had it twice)
I'ma go get it
Yeah,
What goes around comes around
A nigga been had it twice
Been swimming thru plenty of fish in the sea
And all of them bite
I gotta let 'em go
If they're not moving with me, I move precisely
Avoiding a crisis these niggas they all lips
They talking like they wear a sheisty
I been said that I'ma go get it
But I ain't gon show it when I go and claim it
Father how you feel your son gon be famous
Momma how you feel, we past all them cravings
Every single meal was made in the oven
Now I get to work bitch I button up buttons
Checks in the checkings yeah I ain't so new to this
Drunk and driving, I hop out the coupe the piss
Raiatouille been cheffin' so hard through this album
My tendons are about to fall off the wrist
If you ain't see it now bitch I'm deep in my prime
I'm transforming new shit call me Optimus
I'm so optimistic, I don't miss
This is real life, I don't use an oculus
And they couldn't see how far I'm going
Even if they had some binoculars
I done said so much facts and that's on my mom
Raiatouille spittin' but I spilled the sauce
I sent down on this kitchen a pentecost
I freestyle, I don't know what a pen would cost
And I been on a hiatus
For 730 days I'ma play these facts
And this is just the preview
Better know eleven letters is spinning back
Mr. Get A Rack
I spit all my confessions
Mr. Go Get & Fetch It
I said I need retention
Now there's no more shoulder weight or tension
(I'm in heaven)
(I'm in heaven)
(I'm in heaven)

Written by:
Jaquari Blanton, Kumbirai Machisa

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