Lute Git Up (feat. GQ Slaughter)
[Verse 1: Lute]
Woke up late this evening, yesterday, I got laid off
Really hope this rap shit pay off
'Cause now I got to get up, get out, cut that bullshit out
Man, I'm sick and tired of having to do without
See lately I been thinkin' bout
Hitting jugs with my cousin, at this vacant house
My conscious like chill, got a baby now
Only reason why a nigga tryna make it out
But you don't hear me though, slowly fadin' out
Baby mama always askin' what I'm thinkin' 'bout
A picket fence that just so happens to come with a house
Is you with it though? 'Cause lately you been in and out
I spill my soul as the trumpets trump
I'm just tryna stack a dollar, f..ck a Donald Trump
Guess if I stick to the music then maybe when our reaper come
Work a third shift to get my mama out the slums
So by the time I see the Sun, I never let the grind
Define who I become, and wealth is in the mind
In due time, I'm number one, on the Forbes list
Down a for in a Porsche, simple minds can't afford this
So why you flexin' on the 'Gram?
I know a couple niggas who started with a gram
Now they flipping kilos selfies in the sand
Dubai, some things money just can't buy
Suit and tie never fit me, then it hit me
Bless these instrumentals, Heaven sent me
Your soul empty, I feel the void
And time is of the essence, so I move on my own accord
[Chorus: Lute]
Sometimes, you gotta get up off that high horse
Sometimes, you gotta put in those extra hours
'Cause lately I been thinking 'bout my struggles
So nigga just get off your ass and hustle
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Baby gotta get up, get out, get something
Sometimes, you gotta get up off that high horse
Sometimes, you gotta put in those extra hours
Cause lately I been thinking 'bout my struggles
So nigga just get off your ass and hustle
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Baby gotta get up, get out, get something
[Verse 2: GQ Slaughter & Lute]
Birds of a feather flock together for a reason
(Get yo' ass out and get somethin')
And see lately, I been patient but I can't keep waiting eons
(Get yo' ass out and get somethin')
So when the world ain't tryna give you nothing
You know you gotta get up, get out, get something (keep tryin')
(Get yo' ass out and get somethin')
And see mind over matter, what they think 'bout you don't matter
Keep trying, keep trying (keep trying, keep trying)
(Get yo' ass out and get somethin')
[Chorus: Lute]
Sometimes, you gotta get up off that high horse
Sometimes, you gotta put in those extra hours
'Cause lately I been thinking 'bout my struggles
So nigga just get off your ass and hustle
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Baby gotta get up, get out, get something
Sometimes, you gotta get up off that high horse
Sometimes, you gotta put in those extra hours
'Cause lately I been thinking bout my struggles
So nigga just get off your ass and hustle
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Gotta get up, get out, get something
Baby gotta get up, get out, get something
