GETTING OVER (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Hawaii baby

Aye

Welcome to the land of the hate where it's colder

I'm talking 'bout The Chi where mamas gon' cry

'Cause bullets fly by for a nigga 25

But, it get picked off by a kid in a stroller

Sad yup, but it happens over and over

She died and we barely felt pain

Shit happens everyday where niggas hold K's and niggas shoot treys like they play for Villanova

No one seen whole time I was focused

Pull up on the scene. They was drunk. I was sober

I used to have dreams pulling up in a Rover

And now I got schemes pulling up as an owner

I'm trying to get rack on racks

I'm focused

Plus, I got bills on bills

I'm broken

But, I don't complain about nothing. I'm chosen

Plus, I get paid to rap. I'm getting over

'Bout time we got over over

Living a dream like we s'posed to. Put my dreams on my shoulders

Never let fear come hold ya

'Bout time we got over

I use to bag groceries. Thought I told ya

I ain't got no degree in my folder

But, I get paid to rap. I'm getting over

Shout out to my niggas getting over over

Shout out to my niggas riding sober sober

Get behind my promotion

We don't do drugs. We sober

Shout out to my niggas getting bolder, following your dreams

Saying fuck what they told ya

Time gon' fly, so you better get on it

Do it right now 'cause we only getting older

No one seen whole time I was focused

Pull up on the scene. They was drunk. I was sober

I used to have dreams pulling up in a Rover

And now I got schemes pulling up as an owner

I'm trying to get mills on mills

I'm focused

Plus, I got bills on bills

I'm broken

But, I don't complain about nothing. I'm chosen

Plus, I get paid to rap. I'm getting over

'Bout time we got over over

Living a dream like we s'posed to. Put my dreams on my shoulders

Never let fear come hold ya

'Bout time we got over

I use to bag groceries. Thought I told ya

I ain't got no degree in my folder

But, I get paid to rap. I'm getting over

Aye

I get paid to rap. I'm getting over, over, over, over, over, over

'Bout time we got over over

'Bout time we got over over

'Bout time we got over over

'Bout time we got over over

'Bout time we got over over

Shout out to my niggas getting over over

Shout out to my niggas riding sober sober

Get behind my promotion

We don't do drugs. We sober

Shout out the ones came before us

They made the game. I trained to play

Then, played the game and slayed the game

I came from a gang of pain

A cool nigga came through spitting major flame. That's on God

Niggas can't slow me down. I'm on charge

Niggas can't pull me down. I'm on mars

I was ten years old when I wrote my first bars. That was back in the days

Now, I'm trying to get bills on bills

I'm focused

Plus, I got bills on bills

I'm broken

But, I don't complain about nothing. I'm chosen

Plus, I get paid to rap. I'm getting over

'Bout time we got over over

Living a dream like we s'posed to. Put my dreams on my shoulders

Never let fear come hold ya

'Bout time we got over

I use to bag groceries. Thought I told ya

I ain't got no degree in my folder

But, I get paid to rap. I'm getting over