Texty:
Shad Get Up

as getting involved We need to get up (chorus x2) Get a mic Get skill Get ice Get bills Get the life That you always wanted and then get killed Get

from the black folks I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up

get 1 chance of life I hope you living it up So bartender pull the ace of spades and fill up my cup Not to be cocky Every beat I get Don't I fuck it

quit And if you wanna bring the drama You better be packin an extra clip Don't slip cause if you fall You won't get up at all I rode with those fools

storm I couldn't get over the feelin' something was wrong That I was leavin' something behind I couldn't put my finger on it but I couldn't get that

shad mock whistle honestly professor competing with it observing scientifically brains are in that need maths to understand chords missing slide back to bottom of ravine while they catch up

and wait For my song's debut and my SOCAN change And when the song don't play, smile gets lost Fingers ball up, walls get right crossed Ouch, I can't

Throw away that shad net, get rid of hook and line. There's no more Hudson fishing, not for a long, long time. The poison's in the riverbed, no matter

bust she can't get enough She rolled the blunt and then we get right back at it, Know what I'm talking about? Real thick itty bitty waist Open up wide