Get Out - Statik Selektah

At my ring fittin, feelin like my ring different

My hands grew from the last time they was ring dishin

They made mine but they stunted on the ring givin

So now I’m taxin the jeweler like «where the ring sittin?»

If all’s movin and tell 'em that I’m beyond movin

I’m all through it, I told 'em that I don’t part two it

It’s one shot like take it or leave it

The advantage is off top, it’s like breakin a ceiling

I handle it off top, both hands on rightfully

They say I achieve too much for them to hype for me

Did it on my own, so yeah I got the right to be

Half of my inbox starts with «can you write for me?»

Huh, so as far as your speakish fam

We not neighbors but I can give your speech a hand

I told 'em, I obsoleted the ones you believed in

And did it on Posturepedics but you thought I was sleepin

Still dozin

Streets keep callin me now, tryin to make me act out

I’m tryin to stay on my nine to five, so one day I can get out

Get out, of everything that keeps tryin to bring me down, yeee-eah

I ain’t your favorite but the one you like, been a fan

If I sayin I’m the shit then I rightfully am

I write for the yams, a man with no face

In public, I stand, the fans give no chase

Just because I’m public, some fans, get out of place

This is my world, you privileged to get a taste

Or a sample

Dudes get mad when they say that I trampled

Their dreams with no comments, my commentary’ll shape the nation of you

You talkin 'bout life and them things that you been through

I’ve been through the wire

Now I aspire, to take my game higher

Than I ever been, niggas, crabby I’m ahead of them

You either swim with the sharks or bail out when you see the fin

There’s no mistakin when you see the grin

You still sleepin, here’s the beast that I held within

Stop dozin

Yeah, uh, yo, I tell niggas that I’ll sleep when I’m dead

A lot of y’all snoozin, spend weeks in the bed

They say they never heard of a speech from the kid, unfamilarity

So I clarify anywhere you need clarity

Every form of media for music affairs

Had a write up, a post or a feature of his

So if you really involved from the streets to the blogs

You’ll be familiar with the God

Nigga my pen is more potent, my dots is more doper

Than the stage presence, the style’s what got 'em all open

I might even be the future is what they all hopin

But my mission in music, to make it more focused

Soon as the boy wrote it, they quote it, take notice

They know they fittin to be outta they job in a moment

Niggas is well bogus

Anything I write, ignite the high, hopeless, how is y’all dozin?

I’m really tryin to walk the line

Straight into a new life

Streets keep callin me, they still need me

For me they still provide

What am I to do?

What would you do if you were standin in my shoes?

Yeeeaaaah