Get Got (feat. Stas THEE Boss)

Ah, yo, put your bread in the box
Make sure that it lock
It's part of the block
If you don't get got

See we in your bag
Nigga don't you stop
Rice on chop

'Til we cook it with grease
And that shit pop

Ah, ah, yo
Put your bread in the box
Make sure that it lock
It's part of the block
If you don't get got
See we in your bag
Nigga don't you stop
Rice on chop
'Til we cook it with grease
And that shit pop

Ah, ah, yo

Hear the messages on my block

Tell you what you is and what you not
You think it's hot
'Til the temperature stops
And the cakes dry up
And everything cost
And you can't be shocked
It's like you beg for a pimpin' you drive

Forgot
How shit shake down when you visualize lives
Spend on my thoughts and lies
Swag only spreads so thin
Scared of scarcity so I spend
Never met a whim I couldn't contend with
Transcendence brings contentness
Uncomfortable as I witness
More part of the business is this
'Cause shit be a lie

My heart hurt now
Watch it flip and flop
At the thought somehow
With a distance my
Sentiments we took stock
Squeezed some right off the top

For the shock

For the deep reflect
On a little long walk through the park
At the thought on the stars I were off

The thoughts you thought I forgot

No never done what I might
Constrict ourselves we all talk
Be the bed
Be the bomb

Be the stand
Be the calm
Be led
To the strong
In my head
There's a mantra
A reminder I hear in a song to

Put your bread in the box
Make sure that it lock
It's part of the block
If you don't get got

See we in your bag
Nigga don't you stop
Rice on chop
'Til we cook it with grease
And that shit pop

Ah, ah, yo

Put your bread in the box
Make sure that it lock
It's part of the block
If you don't get got
See we in your bag
Nigga don't you stop
Rice on chop
'Til we cook it with grease
And that shit pop
Ah, ah, yo

Got my bread in the box
It's bananas
Niggas is out there tryna match my fresh in pajamas

Niggas is lost they can't even talk to me
Grandmas
My language our synapse match my chemistry
Advantage
Flow so smooth it's sliding down the chimney
Sweet Santa

Your boat don't move colliding in the spin of sinks
Titanic
Your bro and me be hiding upon entering
Not phantom
Your nose will grow ten times when you begin to speak
A Kappa
Your Lambo

Just absent
Your slapper
Is Bama

I don't even think that I could put you in this week
My planner
Is full my house is cool like that bull
Jesse Tanner
I roll I pull I push I pull I bang I'm MC Hammer
You might think that you got good looks
You ain't got Anna's
You might think that you up to par
You be low standards

And I think that you should think it back
Shit look damaged

I think that you should take it up
Your shit ain't adding
Your shit ain't

Yo, put your bread in the box
Make sure that it lock
It's part of the block
If you don't get got

See we in your bag
Nigga don't you stop
Rice on chop

'Til we cook it with grease
And that shit pop

Ah, ah, yo
Put your bread in the box
Make sure that it lock
It's part of the block
If you don't get got
See we in your bag
Nigga don't you stop
Rice on chop
'Til we cook it with grease
And that shit pop

Ah, ah, yo