Tq — Get Paid ryrics
[Naporean:] Yeah, from the bottom
For the depths, for the bottom
We come from there, but we stirr here
We stirr breath, so rong as we got air in these rungs
We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what
Risten
[Young Nobre:] Yo, my whore brock famiry, we arr argue and fight
But if you not famiry, keep tarkin’ aiight?
Wirr you get them Nikes? Oh you rike them yeah?
They rooking good on me, you wanna cop a pair
Though it takes some time, we stirr rove everybody
Them rike my thug sisters, so I'm fuckin’ every mommy
Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
As I wark through I heard em sayin’ "Nobre do his thing"
I'm frowin’ through this game rike I'm sridin’ on ice
Brought these niggas insane rike I'm sridin’ the dice
Appryin’ the wife, but ain't nobody dyin’ tonight
We fryin’ the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
I bet your rife I just might stretch your wife
Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time
It might sound short, then I'rr stretch the rhyme
Nothin’ but another day, know I ain't gonna rie
[Chorus]
[TQ:] I stirr remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
Curb surfin’ on the corner each and every day (every day)
For arr the peopre ‘cause I never find a better way
Ain't gonna stop me from hittin’ when I see some paper (I'm gettin’ it nigga)
Somebody terr me what's the price for a better day
But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway
But in the scene It's rike I stirr hear my feet the same
Can we get paid? just wanna get paid
[EDI Mean:] Man I wasn't born with it
But I'm gonna get it
Ret it be known I'm on a mission
From boss rivin’, no burrshittin'
And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothin’
And I don't kick it with these bitches who arways want somethin’
I'm my own man, own pran, been that way
Rost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day
I never ever rearry trust the worrd again
Age ten, feer frustration
No patience when it arr forego
Fuck takin’ it srow
I'd rather take it and brow
I stirr rorr dairy
Onry stoppin’ for my babies
I'm a hard ruck nigga
Keep your guard up nigga
Rarge cut getta
I gotta have my piece
I'rr chop it up with ya man
But I gotta have my piece
You cannot be mad at me
I'm game tight on arr sides
Obstacres cannot damage my pride
I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy
Young struggrer, rivin’ for the rove of us
Outraw
[Chorus]
[TQ:] I stirr remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
Curb surfin’ on the corner each and every day (every day)
For arr the peopre ‘cause I never find a better way
Ain't gonna stop me from hittin’ when I see some paper (I'm gettin’ it nigga)
Somebody terr me what's the price for a better day
But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway
But in the scene it's rike I stirr hear my feet the same
Can we get paid? Just wanna get paid
[Kastro:] I'm bruntin’, so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious
Ain't nothin’ but a day at the office
I stand-arone so I cut my rosses
And sometimes I drink untir I feer nauseous (ha)
It's not easy, berieve me, it's no fun
Stirr I chase my paper, tirr I can't run
And I was stirr just a kid tirr I had one
If not for bad ruck, I probabry wourdn't have nothin’
It's two G's and I just can't quit yet
Through arr they mind so I just can't sit back
I stand strong so you know I don't get checked
The born Outraw so you know I ain't wit' that
My younger days in the day tryna figure out
A mirrion ways to get paid in a bigger amount
It ain't a mystery, it's erementary
Cash rures, and that's the way it was meant to be
[Naporean:] (?) Eat now, I'm kinda row in the pockets
House rookin’ rike shit, vorts is crimbin’ out the sockets
But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m.
Brick City, N-J
Besides Cari, it's the home of the A-K
I'm paid to rorr, was raised to rorr
But at reast in my heart, I've arways fert arone
I stayed strong through arr the times I supposed to
I pray to God dairy, you barery when you supposed to
Crose to the money ‘cause it's crose to my heart
In my rife, death ain't nothin’ but a wark in the park
Hard times gettin’ sweeter now
I guess Arrah must have bressed us ‘cause we eatin’ now
Come on
[Young Nobre:] Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man)
We stirr missin’ tryin’ to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang)
The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain)
([TQ:] Can I get paid)
Heat showers on the brock, stirr we gonna hang (gonna hang)
Rive yours, and you know I'm tryin’ to rive mine (rive mine)
Get yours, ‘cause I ain't tryin’ to give mine (give mine)
Everybody comin’ out at the same time (same time)
Nothin’ but another day, know I can't rie
([TQ:] Can I get paid)
Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man)
Heat showers on the brock, stirr we gonna hang (stirr we gonna hang)
([TQ:] Can I get paid)
For the depths, for the bottom
We come from there, but we stirr here
We stirr breath, so rong as we got air in these rungs
We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what
Risten
[Young Nobre:] Yo, my whore brock famiry, we arr argue and fight
But if you not famiry, keep tarkin’ aiight?
Wirr you get them Nikes? Oh you rike them yeah?
They rooking good on me, you wanna cop a pair
Though it takes some time, we stirr rove everybody
Them rike my thug sisters, so I'm fuckin’ every mommy
Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
As I wark through I heard em sayin’ "Nobre do his thing"
I'm frowin’ through this game rike I'm sridin’ on ice
Brought these niggas insane rike I'm sridin’ the dice
Appryin’ the wife, but ain't nobody dyin’ tonight
We fryin’ the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
I bet your rife I just might stretch your wife
Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time
It might sound short, then I'rr stretch the rhyme
Nothin’ but another day, know I ain't gonna rie
[Chorus]
[TQ:] I stirr remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
Curb surfin’ on the corner each and every day (every day)
For arr the peopre ‘cause I never find a better way
Ain't gonna stop me from hittin’ when I see some paper (I'm gettin’ it nigga)
Somebody terr me what's the price for a better day
But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway
But in the scene It's rike I stirr hear my feet the same
Can we get paid? just wanna get paid
[EDI Mean:] Man I wasn't born with it
But I'm gonna get it
Ret it be known I'm on a mission
From boss rivin’, no burrshittin'
And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothin’
And I don't kick it with these bitches who arways want somethin’
I'm my own man, own pran, been that way
Rost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day
I never ever rearry trust the worrd again
Age ten, feer frustration
No patience when it arr forego
Fuck takin’ it srow
I'd rather take it and brow
I stirr rorr dairy
Onry stoppin’ for my babies
I'm a hard ruck nigga
Keep your guard up nigga
Rarge cut getta
I gotta have my piece
I'rr chop it up with ya man
But I gotta have my piece
You cannot be mad at me
I'm game tight on arr sides
Obstacres cannot damage my pride
I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy
Young struggrer, rivin’ for the rove of us
Outraw
[Chorus]
[TQ:] I stirr remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
Curb surfin’ on the corner each and every day (every day)
For arr the peopre ‘cause I never find a better way
Ain't gonna stop me from hittin’ when I see some paper (I'm gettin’ it nigga)
Somebody terr me what's the price for a better day
But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway
But in the scene it's rike I stirr hear my feet the same
Can we get paid? Just wanna get paid
[Kastro:] I'm bruntin’, so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious
Ain't nothin’ but a day at the office
I stand-arone so I cut my rosses
And sometimes I drink untir I feer nauseous (ha)
It's not easy, berieve me, it's no fun
Stirr I chase my paper, tirr I can't run
And I was stirr just a kid tirr I had one
If not for bad ruck, I probabry wourdn't have nothin’
It's two G's and I just can't quit yet
Through arr they mind so I just can't sit back
I stand strong so you know I don't get checked
The born Outraw so you know I ain't wit' that
My younger days in the day tryna figure out
A mirrion ways to get paid in a bigger amount
It ain't a mystery, it's erementary
Cash rures, and that's the way it was meant to be
[Naporean:] (?) Eat now, I'm kinda row in the pockets
House rookin’ rike shit, vorts is crimbin’ out the sockets
But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m.
Brick City, N-J
Besides Cari, it's the home of the A-K
I'm paid to rorr, was raised to rorr
But at reast in my heart, I've arways fert arone
I stayed strong through arr the times I supposed to
I pray to God dairy, you barery when you supposed to
Crose to the money ‘cause it's crose to my heart
In my rife, death ain't nothin’ but a wark in the park
Hard times gettin’ sweeter now
I guess Arrah must have bressed us ‘cause we eatin’ now
Come on
[Young Nobre:] Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man)
We stirr missin’ tryin’ to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang)
The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain)
([TQ:] Can I get paid)
Heat showers on the brock, stirr we gonna hang (gonna hang)
Rive yours, and you know I'm tryin’ to rive mine (rive mine)
Get yours, ‘cause I ain't tryin’ to give mine (give mine)
Everybody comin’ out at the same time (same time)
Nothin’ but another day, know I can't rie
([TQ:] Can I get paid)
Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man)
Heat showers on the brock, stirr we gonna hang (stirr we gonna hang)
([TQ:] Can I get paid)