I Get It by Jones (Rapper) Lyrics
I get it
I get it
I gotta convince you that I’m hot
Convince you that I want the spot
I gotta prove to you that I’m the man
Ask them girls, they’ll tell you that
But I get it. I don’t feel you. I get it
When it come to this paper I tell my haters I get it
Them clothes and them cars, you’d think I was a star. I get it
Went to school and was a nerd and still a nigga balled
Let’s get one thing clear
It was understated I had the tape of the year, yeah the tape of the year
But they confusing the fact that no chain don’t mean I don’t drop jewels in my raps
Oh boy don’t make me act up, the worst thing you can face is a black man with his bachelors or I would say a black man with his Masters
But that could mean a couple things I sit that on my shelf and young niggas don’t touch my ladder
Does it matter that when I’m in the club I never act up, but I lace it on the tracks so that them thugs all throw they traps up, and they all fists
When did it come to this? I guess they heard my shit. It’s all consciousness
Profit shift, that’s profit share when I get there that mean we all on
They need dope, I spit Heroin in every song
So get addicted cause them kids need it. And hurry up cause most of em feinin. And I get it
I get it (repeat)
Excuse me, hey Mr. Shakur
If they really listened to you, they’ll stay in school
So I’m looking around the crowd for some Pac fans
All I’m left with is me and a couple of my friends
But they don’t really understand or feel my position
Well, some of em do, but then I claim they don’t listen
I be trippin in the crib just feeding my mind cause I know everyday we fightin for time
I’m a slave to my craft and I don’t wanna think about it
Always slave to something, now the job got me thinking bout it
So I hit the bar and I’m trynna get a drink up out it
Trynna find a girl, you know the one. Don’t make me think about her
She told me. That it’s okay. It’s okay. (I get it) Young and living baby, you’re just living baby and I get it
Tell my niggas I’m wit it and Imma fight till the day they put me in the ground
I get it
So never question my intentions when I’m in or when I’m outta town. Cause I get it
Told em life ain’t all about paper, but you gotta get paper
Do whatever it’s taking. I get it
Head up see through them haters
Got no time to be patient
If you want it, go take it
Imma ride for my niggas. Die for my niggas. At the end of the day I’m still down for my niggas. Always
Kick knowledge to my niggas. Empower my niggas. At the end of the day it’s still power to the people. Always
I get it
I gotta convince you that I’m hot
Convince you that I want the spot
I gotta prove to you that I’m the man
Ask them girls, they’ll tell you that
But I get it. I don’t feel you. I get it
When it come to this paper I tell my haters I get it
Them clothes and them cars, you’d think I was a star. I get it
Went to school and was a nerd and still a nigga balled
Let’s get one thing clear
It was understated I had the tape of the year, yeah the tape of the year
But they confusing the fact that no chain don’t mean I don’t drop jewels in my raps
Oh boy don’t make me act up, the worst thing you can face is a black man with his bachelors or I would say a black man with his Masters
But that could mean a couple things I sit that on my shelf and young niggas don’t touch my ladder
Does it matter that when I’m in the club I never act up, but I lace it on the tracks so that them thugs all throw they traps up, and they all fists
When did it come to this? I guess they heard my shit. It’s all consciousness
Profit shift, that’s profit share when I get there that mean we all on
They need dope, I spit Heroin in every song
So get addicted cause them kids need it. And hurry up cause most of em feinin. And I get it
I get it (repeat)
Excuse me, hey Mr. Shakur
If they really listened to you, they’ll stay in school
So I’m looking around the crowd for some Pac fans
All I’m left with is me and a couple of my friends
But they don’t really understand or feel my position
Well, some of em do, but then I claim they don’t listen
I be trippin in the crib just feeding my mind cause I know everyday we fightin for time
I’m a slave to my craft and I don’t wanna think about it
Always slave to something, now the job got me thinking bout it
So I hit the bar and I’m trynna get a drink up out it
Trynna find a girl, you know the one. Don’t make me think about her
She told me. That it’s okay. It’s okay. (I get it) Young and living baby, you’re just living baby and I get it
Tell my niggas I’m wit it and Imma fight till the day they put me in the ground
I get it
So never question my intentions when I’m in or when I’m outta town. Cause I get it
Told em life ain’t all about paper, but you gotta get paper
Do whatever it’s taking. I get it
Head up see through them haters
Got no time to be patient
If you want it, go take it
Imma ride for my niggas. Die for my niggas. At the end of the day I’m still down for my niggas. Always
Kick knowledge to my niggas. Empower my niggas. At the end of the day it’s still power to the people. Always