Gotta Get It (S.L.A.B.ed) - Trae Tha Truth, T.I., Lil B

They say there’s a price on my head, but it ain’t nothing

Everyday I’m still on the block, gangsta struting

Got a brick in the six, on the way to Luffin

Trying to turn this 15−5, to something

Flipped it quick, and I brought it back

I got a briefcase full of cash, in my Lac

A whole bunch of hundred dollar bills, in my stack

I’ve been broke, I ain’t going back to that

This the 2K4 2K5, times are hard but I’m still gon strive

Not '99 but I’m still gon rise, two deep with Z-Ro right by my side

Maybe even fo', with Lil' Boss and Jay

Still tipping in a drop, that’s blue and grey

I represent Southwest, on the block of where I stay

Plex, that’ll be where your chest lay

Only words that I hear is mine, only way to get paid is grind

24 with no sleeping time, ducking laws cause I don’t want no time

Some niggas out here wanna rap for fame

Me myself, I wanna rap for change

Put some’ing in a safe, when I rock the frame

Now-a-day's, everything be off the chain

Currency is a must have, if a nigga see cash then he must grab

Trying to juice the block for this cream, I ain’t slept in three days know what

I mean

I’ve been on the block trying to hustle and get it, flip my funds in six figga

digits

Pockets looking like full figure midgets, everybody wanna know what the fuck is

it

I’ve been trying to get cash mayn, put a little in a stash mayn

I don’t wanna live in trash cans, picking scraps with my bear hands

So I spit my lyrics to get good do', what you think a nigga still up in the

hood fo'

Is that good to try to get hood do', out here risking the spots you won’t go

I got a brick and I’m letting you get use to it, I’m all in the neighborhood

selling niggas the fluid

I got hard soft X pills I’m true to it, hustling zones away nothing new to it

I try to stay in the game with steady hands, sitting back peeping the game of

how it’s ran

Some of these niggas don’t seem to understand, to get the green you gotta have

a plan

I got birds of caine I got gallons of drank, I move weight like eight sealed

gallons of paint

So fuck what you think and fuck what you heard, Kyleon hit the blocks with the

rocks and the syrup

I know it works your nerve to see me balling, got 4's on my low when you see me

crawling

Candy do’s low pro’s and the TV’s falling, and a bad yellowbone that hear me

calling

It’s my time to shine cause the Lord allowed it, gotta rise to the top cause

the bottom too crowded

It’s J.K.

but he bout it bout it, these niggas gon hate no doubt about it

It’s Southside for life that’s where I stay, 11−9-11 that’s where I play

MLK where I stack my pay, I know you boys know about D.E.A

Me and Trae to S-L-A-B, H-Town Tex' and the S.U.C

Better have a check when you fuck with me, I’m super-glued to the do' so it’s

stuck with me

Grind and hustle with my mind and muscle, keep getting money cause it’s time to

hustle

You need to get off ya ass and start trying to hustle, and go out there and try

to find a hustle

G’s by my side they ready to ride, I put 4's on 4's so I’m ready to glide

I’m out the West of the South niggas know my side, paint wet like rain so you

know I slide

I’m a wade body Lac finesser, 25 deep sitting on my dresser

Don’t talk too fly FED’s might arrest ya, these snitch ass niggas might help

'em catch ya

S.K.G.

niggas know I claim it, this red beam niggas know I aim it

Who next for the plex better go on bring it, chose on mix I’ma go on slang it

I’m a asshole riding with the Trae and Ro-da, can’t spit like me so you know

I’m throweder

Got a 3−5-7 like a Cheve motor, I’m the shit round here so I know they told ya

Niggas already know I’m a grinder mayn, plenty raps in my binder mayn

Won’t get caught slipping in the turning lane, by these niggas hating cause I

got some change

I’m really finna get my cash on, put that right back to my stash zone

Clap that gone-bread niggas that tell on, a young black cat trying to get his

mash on

I bleed the game while you niggas lose, just to walk in my lil' old blues

Ain’t no way that Lil' B gon lose, cause I’ve been out here too long paying dues

These niggas better get they mind right I’m in the limelight, quick to bust

mine in the line of gun fight

Time to grind rhyme cause I’m thoed on the mic, and the streets know S.L.A.B.

gonna rep for life