Get Through lyrics

[Intro: Dom Kennedy]
n*ggas talking about they one of us
I'm like, nah you just runner up
Large T's gotta give these hoes a summer cut
APCs with a pocket full of hundreds, uh

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
Name getting bigger
If there's somebody else, name me a n*gga
Built my whole life from the bottom you can spot 'em
The whole city know where I stay if it's a problem
Yeah, I put it on the map
I don't be talking rap, n*gga I be talking facts
Tweet that, CV where you at? Uh

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
Damn, back in it, fast spin it
I got my weight up, they mistaken, must have had spinach
I just spit that sh*t out like bad dinner
You sucka n*ggas got punked, yeah, Ash Kutcher
We breakin' trees down, Tarzan
And this Twitter chick gon' be tryin' to meet me in person
Them hating n*ggas fly and try to see what they can prevent
But they just get tangled up, like hair, yeah, MURS sh*t
And nah, n*gga, I ain't disrespecting him
That's just how I get attention and let n*ggas know I win
My motto full throttle I'm Picasso with a pen
My dreams like 3D and I don't think they ever end, yeah
[Chorus]
Baby where you from? Where you wanna go?
I be doing me, I just thought that you should know
I swear I've been tryin' to find a way to get through to you
Swear I get it in, yeah I get it in
If you roll with me, that's on me, we gon' win
I just keep it real, I ain't gotta front
And now I got it all, baby, tell me what you want

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Yeah, I think that I should go now
Most these n*ggas actin', I should start a show now
I be on that real sh*t what most of y'all don't know now
So I stay to myself, yeah keep it on the low now
I be shaded up, yeah I'm shaded up
Strictly 'bout my bucks stay up out my face, n*gga I don't trust yall
I ball like Chris Paul
The sh*t he did in high school was so damn raw
I came in proper, a young n*gga's hero
Them old n*ggas respect me, you young n*ggas zeros
But let me slow it up, don't forget what you know
Cause you losing in life if you don't even grow
A few divas, two seaters, close to these hoes
New sneakers, fresh creases, horse on my clothes
I just killed the game, no remorse, that's how it goes
You gotta play your lane my n*gga and pick a role, what's up
[Chorus]
Baby where you from? Where you wanna go?
I be doing me, I just thought that you should know
I swear I've been tryin' to find a way to get through to you
Swear I get it in, yeah I get it in
If you roll with me, that's on me, we gon' win
I just keep it real, I ain't gotta front
And now I got it all, baby, tell me what you want

[Outro: Dom Kennedy & Casey Veggies]
Young veggies
Told y'all n*ggas we was ready, uh, uh
Inglewood reppin'
Never thought n*ggas would come back this much better
Said the music is free but the name is expensive (Oh, life's so good)
Tell them n*ggas to pay attention
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, uh
Life's so good
Good