Lyrics Just Getting By - Quin Nfn

Yeah, yeah (Getta Beats)
Huh, huh, bow, bow
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Ain't talk to judge no budge I'ma lie under oath
Right or wrong I'ma stand on this shit that I quote (damn)
They ain't for real when they making them posts
I was broke couldn't imagine me losin' my home
Losing my head I don't know who to trust (damn)
I stood for hours to wait on the bus (I did)
I turn 42 hundred dollars to runtz got it all off of rap I ain't pullin' no stunts
I got the spot that they ain't passin' up
Claim that he have him but ain't had enough (ain't have him)
The feds steady givin' these niggas a deal
I'ma stay out the way 'cause it ain't adding up
What you know 'bout the loss tryna say you a leader
They really just mad 'cause I'm feedin' my people
I let them search everything in the car
They ain't find none but hoes and a little bit of reefa
Don't play with the equal my face still encrazed
Lost every patna' I'm still living life man (gone)
No need for a lazer we shootin' precise (pew, pew, pew)
They know the quimby I'm point like a knife (bitch)
I'm lot from the block you could tell I done prospered
I hate a hoe that let everybody knock her (she young)
She got the clap like
And ain't ever seen dog her
Bake him a cake might throw him a party for real
I can't help but to try to get even (bitch)
I ain't go lie I done took a few L's in the streets
But it's smoke every time niggas see me
My heart made a goal but it's cold like a penguin
I leave niggas rats they just don't got a reason (huh, damn)
I'm a boss man up Nieman's (ha)
Diamonds on me got a cheeser (bitch)
I put a thirty ball up for this coupe
Go to the kid get him whooped for a suit (get 'em whooped)
I made a valor speak nothing but the truth
I left a mark when I walked out the booth
You niggas never seen nobody die
Lil' niggas tellin' then everybody shoot (how he do that?)
I feel my Granny look down from the sky
She kept it real like she know how to do (ha)
She fell in love with a thug
I suit up and take a bitch right to the hood, huh
Niggas go making them statements
Get down on them streets like everything good, huh
Don't respect misunderstanding's 'cause everything supposed to be still over stood, huh
This right here is a Hellcat, yo' niggas drivin' the engine that could, huh
Standing on business don't know how to lect'
That nigga broke he don't know how to grind
First thing first I'ma get to the racks
Give a fuck 'bout a image slang 'em some mind
Blue face Rollie call it guacamole
I bought me a trophy it took me some time (ha)
I was sixteen when they threw me a six figure deal, flew me out tryna get me to sign
She wanna fuck on the top dog
Gave her the hotdog
I'm tryna hit from behind
They tryna copy the shit that I make
If you wanna go up get a different design
Her baby daddy a rapper but when I come clappin'
She only want listen to mine
Niggas be actin' like they have emotion
But they really broke and they just getting by

Damn, nigga
Ain't getting broke and they just getting high (damn, damn)
Nigga you broke how the fuck you getting high