Got Here Lyrics

Bou

Uh huh

Listen

I grew up in that village on the side of them train tracks

Where niggas never stunt cause we ain't giving no chains back

Learned to hold our own when we was running them fades back

I think about the past it's always bringing that pain back

Pour a lil liquor for the ones we can't bring back

Got niggas losing sanity it's hard to maintain that

Sell your dawg a pistol then get hit with that same strap

That jealousy a bitch no type of money can change that

I always wonder will I live to see another summer?

Or will that boy with so much hunger serve that under cover?

Or will that man that lost his brother hit block with thunder?

No proper guidance we get high to keep from going under

Uh

Glock chilling in my pillowcase

Cause I know when you gettin this money some people feel a way

All this paper you can get rich in a million ways

But niggas scared to hustle so they take another's meal away

Survival of the fittest

All my rivals is diminished

Always knew I'd be a hustler all my idols in the business

Running wild with my niggas

From the trial to the sentence

Getting saved by the yay

it's like a bible in the kitchen

You ain't really from that ghetto if you got fears

Too many niggas crashing out my brothers got years

And you can't say that was your dawg if you ain't drop tears

Gotta thank god that I can tell you how I got here

Too many speaking on my name like I ain't got ears

And that's the reason they can tell you why they not here

I done came too many miles just to stop here

Cause it's my job to tell the tale of how I got here

I'm moving at my own rhythm in a league of my own

I know my momma birthed a king I don't compete for the throne

Sometimes I wanna smoke somebody give em three to the dome

I gotta focus on my blessings leave them demons alone

I don't trust this rap game cause it be leading me on

If there's a market for the real, then there's a need for these songs

Since a youngin all I wanted was some peace in my home

Goin through it, it was music that been keep me strong

I copped a pack and doubled up

Hit the ave and made it jump

These niggas mad I chased a bag and I surpassed the runner ups

Niggas crashing for a buck

Never brag just run it up

Showed his stash just to stunt

Now he won't last another month

Remember riding with that shotty in that two-door coupe

I hold my own so I don't ever wonder who gon shoot

Let my haters see me shining I can't do no roof

You think that money make you real, I need to see more proof

Alotta sucka shit is normalized

Keep my circle fortified

Leave the kitchen messy just to see my money organized

Practice till you more than tired

Blessings I pre-ordered mines

Hustling through the night so we ain't sleeping till the morning time

You ain't really from that ghetto if you got fears

Too many niggas crashing out my brothers got years

And you can't say that was your dawg if you ain't drop tears

Gotta thank god that I can tell you How I got here

Too many speaking on my name like I ain't got ears

And that's the reason they can tell you why they not here

I done came too many miles just to stop here

Cause it's my job to tell the tale of how I got here

You ain't from that ghetto

My brothers got them years

You ain't drop tears