"Get Right" feat. Soul P. & MotionPlus
Verse 1: Soul P.
After a long night of drinking I'm thinking about my soul
I never knew my life would get this far in a hole
Fall apart right in front of my eyes without control
This is the moment that I feared the most and I can't go no further
Living life like this will kill a soldier, in the past
I tried getting it right, it didn't last
All the ladies showing me love, they want to play tag
So my phones on overload and I'm doing them bad
Dime pieces, the homie steady calling for bags
Riding dirty all the time looking out for the task
Had low eyes lower in the club with the fam
Clearing calls from my girl, Grey Goose in my glass
Do a little two step while she shaking it fast
Feeling myself 'cause I popped one of them batman's
Face screwed up and it's whatever with any man
I know I ain't living right so I got to get it right
Hook 2x: Soul P.
The daily struggles in the day of a man will make a man fall down in his hands
And if he don't rise from it he'll probably die from it, and never get it right in the end
Verse 2: Cas Metah
Wake and bake became a daily routine as a teen
Breathing for one thing only other than my hip-hop dreams
The homies know me as king of the green
Rolling and bowling like striking pens, I'm fighting sins
Dying to win with Dr. Jekyll against the Mr. Hyde within
But I commence to hide within 'cause my pride is thick
Third eye is shift and now I'm trying to ride the fence
Man this life's a trip
I don't know what's killing me quicker, the ism or the suspense
And this liquor I'm sipping, it ain't helping either
My spirit is torn between deceiver and redeemer so it's needing cleaning
In Jesus I'm a believer, I know he's real I can feel him
Now if only I can keep him here near me on the regular
I'd be a better son and better off overall, Lord please help me be slow to fall
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Verse 3: MotionPlus
I seen the glow of the streets while my soul was incomplete
It was calling like mothers voices when it's time to come and eat
I reached deep into my can't do's, haunted by my past views
Click-clacking artillery and bearing my sets tattoos
A true street child, asphalt bloodstream
I blast off to crush dreams and send off to bust things
My nickname was Bill Blast for a reason
Faced a two-to-five, living up to it's completion
Man my breathing hindered quick up in that courtroom
The truth pierced my heart with the prosecutions harpoon
No cartoon could illustrate how I was functioning
A puncture wound and pride inside with the pain rushing in
I'm tussling scared to death to see a re-trial
About to lose my mind like an elder going senile
Lord you're in control and your mercy is mine to grab
Needless to say Jesus Christ is the best offense to have and it's like that
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