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get by - bobby fischer lyrics

[verse 1]
every single night, i have the same dream
of me becoming a leader, i wonder what it means
i just want to see every fiend get clean
because seeing them hurts my stomach like a ruptured spleen
so please god i’m beggin’ ya, don’t let me be regular
the world is too beautiful to sit up in a cubicle
when i was young my father told me, “i’ma tutor you
and all the things i couldn’t do, i’ll make sure you will do”
and he taught me through and through, that’s how i made it through
you can make it through anything, f-ck who hating you
especially when you know they probably soft as baby food
you know who i’m speaking to, i’m buzzing like a beeper do
my brother had one, back when he was young
the phone was samsung, the kicks were and one
he told me, never to forget where you’re from
and with him locked and pops gone, i had to be the one
so i puff, puff, p-ss while dishy roll a dubie
even if you had a gun, you’d never hold it to me
but i drop shots, drop bombs like call of duty
ain’t n0body stopping me, watching me’s to watch a movie
and i’m antoine fisher, hitting blonde women
on some “bullsh-t” around the “mic”, scott pippin
the liquor got bob spittin’ that hot rhythm
and i tie it all together like shoe strings, stop trippin’
i’m spittin’ on cl-ssics, flippin’ like a coin
till everyone who knows me begins to get the point
i handle my sh-t, like rondo at the point
sitting in this dorm room, handling a joint
just to get by, just to get by
the way the jets fly, who needs weed to get high?
if they put me on a plane, i can stop smoking games
but until a label hit me, yo i’m stickin’ with the sticky
i don’t mean to be picky, but f-ck a nine-to-five
i’d rather be rapping, having to do the grind
cause you know in my life time, i’ve had to grind
hanging in the sewer with my hands in the grime
and the fam on my mind, sh-t was hard to handle
working all day, eyes sagging like pants do
let me be blunt like something your man hands you
i watched dudes blow, hoping i’d get the chance to
selling dime bags, stashing up the twenties
stretching my cash, selling 15 sacks for 20
saving my change, rolling up the pennies
cause homie had to do it the “harder way” like penny
in a year i disappeared, sort of like “magic”
i was sure the future for the boy was tragic
in a year, the change i made is so drastic
i hope to go platinum, the flow is so cl-ssic
i had to help kids in my town get high
thank god they were always down to throw five
i had to supply, just to get by
just to get by, yes, yes, yes, i
had the scale in the drawer, my girl watched the door
while i weighed out the grams, grabbed eighths in my hand
and headed out the door, but that was way before
i had a flow that’d bring them to their knees, sing please!

[verse 2]

yo i catch it and i run it back, like a f-cking running back
yeah boy f-ck with that, i’m sick boy stomach that
these brats hoping school will end so they can get their summer back
but, in another month, i’m a get my brother back
and once they take that f-cking bracelet off his ankle
i’m a have his -ss hooked up like cable
he been a guard for me, like logan mankins
so on this track, boy you know i had to thank him
keep this crankin’, listen to the music
if you in your new whip, or at your computer
if you in your nikes, or in your supras
just let them know i’m trying to be the “don” like shula
no foolin’, i’m trying to get a check
you got to pay for the tape, like belicheck
go get a ref, even if it’s donaghy just know that money gotta be
sitting in my palm, tell berg when i’m home it’s on, i’m gone

- bobby fischer lyrics

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