[Chorus:] x2

The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)

You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)

The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)

Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)

(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4

[Verse 1: Price]

Man it's enough for us all to get

The problem is you to scared to put your all in it

You rather call it quits but when you down you call for help

And then the moment that you get up you all for self

I know you well and that's the reason for the cycle that I'm tryna break

You boys rather contemplate me I rather concentrate

Focus on the bigger picture you got a paper play well hit a nigga

I pull up on you we can get them figures

Cause ain't no pride over here instead of dividing I rather split the pie over here

You rather flex and scream fuck the other side over there

And flash ya cash in their face sprinting in a marathon you end up last in that race

That's just how it play gotta be cautious with all the flossing niggas thirsty and your life is what it could be costing

That's the real ain't no need for handouts just handups you getting yours stand up you getting yours stand up

[Chorus:] x2

The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)

You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)

The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)

Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)

(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4

[Verse 2: Oktane]

Bills need paying food need cooking

Jails need prisoners cops keep booking

And boys keeps shining and bops keep looking

And I'm just trying to keep from going crooked

Cause I can feel the bad vibes I just never pursue them

And even though the clubs are popping I never get to them

Cause mom gotta go grocery shopping I gotta provide it

The fridge need food and money puts food inside it

Simple math you get it you got it then good now get yo ass up off yo ass out the hood

Easier said than done cause they play with guns till we end up carrying our sons in polished wood

I thought the world was enough for our shoulders

Seems like they're adding planets as we get older

And as the world goes to shit and the kids think it's funny people losing all their lives over power and money, in this war

[Chorus:] x2

The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)

You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)

The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)

Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)

(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4