Let’s Get It Started...

By YCK

On Anomaly

Released on May 14, 2021

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[Verse 1]

No chitchat, no conversation

Make shit brainwash whole populations

I don’t fuck with them and I don’t fuck with you

When I hear the bitching, drop something new

Lately fucking up lines, I cut em up

Me and Mary, we deep and dumb in love

All the mold inside never folding right

Tried to make the guap, thanks for holding tight

You ain’t that special, you ain’t unique

Drowning out sound when I’m burning through weed

Wouldn’t let a motherfucker get away with sneak dissin'

What all that you make is the pot we piss in

Crunk in the taxi, slide in the backseat

Public intoxication on my rap sheet

Wanna be big but I know that you can’t be

Might as well quit, but you’ve written no plan B


[Chorus]

Lеt’s get it started, bitch I’m raising evеry bar

Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars

I’m a lowlife punk, all of my arrogance is a strength

See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Let’s get it started, bitch I’m raising every bar

Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars

I’m a lowlife punk, all of my arrogance is a strength

See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane


[Verse 2]

Ever made em' mad, then my goal was accomplished

Did it myself, I don’t need no accomplice

Pulling to the curb and I cop ten keys

Let a motherfucker in, VIP entry

Trap star glass jar, full of fuckin dope

Bad start lack bars, hanging by the rope

I am no mentor, I cannot teach

So great that you sent your hate mail to me

You a square, wouldn’t dare, well I fiend for a case

Slipped TSA check, get screened for a K'

Smuggle peddle and cross the line

When I huff and meddle like all the time

Bitch I’m on a roll, all my drugs in control

20 blunts on the ground, boutta pack another bowl

Boutta die, taking synthetic in my veins

Feeling so ill, phrenetic in my brain


[Chorus]

Let’s get it started, bitch I’m raising every bar

Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars

I’m a lowlife punk, all of my arrogance is a strength

See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane

Let’s get it started, bitch I’m raising every bar

Couple ounces in my pocket boutta take me to the stars

I’m a lowlife punk, all of my arrogance is a strength

See they give me what I want but you better stay the fuck out my lane