Get Back - V Don, Dave East

I’m just trying to get back

Had some dimes in a sac

They out robbing for that, ain’t no time to react

He can rhyme, he can rap

But the swine on his back

Ride with 9's on his lap, but his mind on diamonds and plaques

He did time for his strap

He not trying to relapse, he just trying to relax

He just trying to get back

Some niggas robbed him for a watch now he trying to get back

You ever been so far from home you was dying to get back?

I spent time in the trap

No cosigning no rats

I got commas to stack, told my Momma I rap

Fuck what you profit, you whack

My uncle had that MPV, I would hop in the back

He had bottles of crack

If I got it I’ma give back

Wanted the in blue, the Versace in black

Publishing cheques so when I die there ain’t no stopping this cash

I had my Glock in the cab

Paid attention to them niggas that watch when I pass

Listened and heard their stomach growling, they plotting the crash

I pray they try me, strapped in the store I’ma raise the stash

They snatched for that beam, we could play laser tag

Nobody helped us, couldn’t give a fuck if you say you mad

I’m just trying to get back

Down to my lost dollar, trying to figure how I could get back

Plastic on them couches, public housing

No time for no nap

Police in my building, I pray I don’t get found with this Mac

He cheated on his bitch too many times

She’s just trying to get back

On a turnpike with 1,000 grams, just trying to get back

White girl driving, trunk filthy

Not lighting no gas

Come up right in front of niggas faces, they’ll line you for that

I’m just trying find me a bag

Taho had, swapped it out, we went got in the 'lac

They could offer me the rest of my life and I’m not going rat

Had to be in the field to find out there’s shooters that’s not going clap

Like I’m going to pump these pills till me and Bully falling back to back

I ain’t got time for the chat, I’m just trying to get back

I had no hope, against the ropes, young Muhammad of rap

Wonder if jail would be the same if your Honour was black

You niggas lying, down South they define it as cap

They hate to see you take a knee, bitch I’m riding with Cap

He lost like 20 in a dice game he trying to get back

But when it come to women, he Frankie Lymon with that

He got designers on speed dial, he ain’t copping from

Know how to get guap in the trap, he got time to get back

Plug fronted, fiends love that he trying to hide his stash

Tried to Osama the ave'

You know, blow it up

Slide off, go hop in the cab

More profit to get you count them extras that’s not in the bag

Rappers talking all this politics shit, they not in the lab

I done got jumped,, and I done been stabbed

I’m just trying to get back

Ride with the 9 on his lap, but he got the swine on his back

His mind on diamonds and plaques

Came from the bottom, went back

Don’t too much shopping, he stack

Rest in peace, Bundles

All through the jungle we’re sliding the stack

They fuck with me, the hood is stuck to me, no way I could detach

I’m just trying to get back

You ain’t gotta go to work no more, told my Momma «relax»

All these rappers claim they got it, trust they are not in the trap

Just smoking in the front with him, his body got found in the back

He nervous and his GPS ain’t working

He trying to get back

Down to my lost dollar, trying to figure how I could get back

Plastic on them couches, public housing

No time for no nap

Police in my building, I pray I don’t get found with this Mac

He cheated on his bitch too many times

She’s just trying to get back

On a turnpike with 1,000 grams, just trying to get back

White girl driving, trunk filthy

Not lighting no gas

Come up right in front of niggas faces, they’ll line you for that

I’m just trying find me a bag