[Intro]

Can i get a moment of silence

For the bitches that be dying

Cold blooded in the street

Can i get a moment of silence

For the bitches that be wilding

Killing and packing the heat

My brodie C-dot got shot the other day, in the back of his passenger seat

We circle in a lot, time to plot, now that jit gon’ pray on his knees (pop)

[Verse 1]

This shit look like Columbine, we sharks and they just fish

They lackin’ a group, jump back in the coupe

Paparazzi on him, flashes, and he get swished

Don’t jump in my booth, if you lying through a tooth

And cap rap without havin’ a switch

I’m packing a deuce, dawg, what happened to you?

Don’t worry gang, we gon’ get our revenge

[Chorus]

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

[Verse 2]

Midknyte back in his grind

Almost backing in my prime

I spit facts and it’s a rhyme

I won’t be packing fits this time

They be saying my shit not hittin’

Or “Knyte you ain’t a fuckin’ victim”

Or “Knyte, I think yous the villain?

Alright, just sit down and listen

I can explain, i got my mental brain

Pacing and racing about fame

I get a ‘lil buzz and there it goes again

I guess it’s a guessing game

Writers block mixed with perfection

I write a song and then chop it into sections

I want to showcase the fuckin’ best things

They said i’ll never make it

Now i’m getting bumped by your best friends

Irresistible, i’m your favorite drug

Callin’ me corny ‘cause i was only 13

Bitch, i am yo plug

Basically dropping a album every year

Didn’t know the outcome would be a improved career

And i proved my peers wrong

And through my fears, songs

Kept me up when i was low

Stick to yo dreams, don’t be fucking with hoes

That's the shit that kept me down ‘fore i was old

I was a jit stuck on the ground, now i’m cold

And shout out to my bros, they lift me up

It was near the time i was already stuck

I got tempos bustin’ in my head to begin

So of course, I grab my notes and my pen

My lyrical abilities don’t come close to my reality

Murder you with both tools, you’ll fall in a fallacy

I said it so many times, i ain’t no thug

But if you mess with me, this chopper and copper gon’ give yous a hug

Got her callin’ me Daddy even though she’s older

She got drunk, carryin’ her to her crib on my shoulder

Feelin’ like Sisyphus the way i’m pushing the games’ boulder

See jits fallin’ for thots, bitch, my heart turnin’ colder

[Interlude]

Ay

And fuck Carter, pussyboi got with my step cousin

So you now apart of the family

Bitch jumped me in middle school

Shoulda charged you with battery

Why you mad at me

I saw your throat close up when you saw me

3 years later, nah bitch, you done called me

And I’ll say this, touch me boi, i’ll make it personal

I’ll give you 8 hits

(Bop, bop, bop)

[Verse 3: MidKnyte & Regina King]

Reincarnated as a phoenix, i come back for my rise

Rose from the ashes, beat yall asses all the time

They be saying i can’t make a chorus

So instead i run rap

But i just be exploring like a tourist

I got a better ratios, thats a fun fact

They be comparing me to other rappers, but i’m myself

You should comparing rappers to me, but i guess that wouldn’t help

Your mind is too plagued with mainstream

Take the subway to the underground, i promise you won’t hate me

They be talkin’ about UG then be bumpin’ some Rage

I guess hip hop ain't a thing these days

But i can’t blame ‘em, all they do is sellin’ they souls

Contracts, after contracts, and they lost the goal

So real artists can’t sit back or relax about rent

They rap but got two 9-5 side jobs so they can live

Or so they can give to society, no sobriety

Or so they can’t be homeless and sleep in a ditch

Or so they can spend quality time with they kids

Or so they can be stable and can’t get hit with a evict

You know how it is

When poverty stricken with robbery and killings people come out from they slums

Probably pickin’ out they fits with big amounts from slanging ‘em guns

(Fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on, fuck them shoes

Fuck those socks with the belt on it, fuck your gay-ass fairy faggot accent

Fuck them cheap-ass cigars, fuck your yuck-mouth teeth, fuck your hairpiec

Fuck your chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie, fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen

This is America

My president is black and my Lambo is blue nigga

Now get the fuck out my hotel room)

I don’t gotta have a vision to know the vision and know the bidness for the profit

Got no pot to piss in, or them assistants, so they Glock, they cock it

Eatin’ crumbs from the government but still they mock it

(And if see you in the street, i’m slappin’ the shit outta you)

Got no choice to live, but got choice to hit or miss

Of they own hometown, SoCal Compton

[Chorus]

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it

If they want it, they can get it

Tell ‘em, tell ‘em, come and get it