@astrmani @eightstringss @oh.bats

lyrics:

blue in the sky and it’s blue in my pocket i know dat today gon be fye 
i hope that nigga don’t try nothin funny i’m thinkin that boy finna die 
days i was little and growing i sat onna ground id just stay there and cry 
now im jus tryna make sure i don’t gotta say that i can barely get by 

32 bullets inside of my magazine, boy we can make sumn happen 
just cus u think i’m not there, doesn’t mean shit boy u shouldn’t be lackin 
he jus say words onna beat, dat nigga suck n he not even rappin 
not inna bando but boy if i gotta i’ll stay innat bit rlly trappin

stay in dat bit rlly whippin da pot, double my cup tryna pour me some drop 
back the fuck off me or u gettin shot, i feel like dex how i drip from my walk 
twin put a perc onna top of da wock, back isn’t flat issa switch onna glock 
cards gettin blank cus im tryna get guap, boy u can’t run issa beam onna chop 

boy u can’t run dis a full metal jack, tryn get like jeff, double 1 for the hat 
speakin on me but he know dat he cap, somebody tell em he needa get back 
phresh boy, but im not fuckin wit mack, 10 milly stick niggas think issa mac
i’m wit my twin n he flippin a pack, 20s and hunnids im makin em stack

get by (prod. 8strings & ohbats)

mani