Get it
(Chorus: MCN Burdock)
Big bro told me get it, so I'm getting it in
I'm tryna take my shots like I shoot at the rim
And I don't give no shout outs, but I love that nigga Salim
Because he always carry faith when the chances were slim

(Verse 1: MCN Sam)
So much that I know, but ain’t shit that I told
If the police snatch me up, I won’t bend, break or fold
I put my pain into this rap, I bring my niggas on the map
And if a nigga talkin’ beef, on my mama its a wrap
No chicken, only beef, I got soldiers in the streets
I got warriors, yeah savages, hungry so they gon’ feast
Then you prolly think im solo, bitch you ain’t wanna fuck with three
Cause it’s Sam on the track, bitch it’s Sam on the beat

(Verse 2: MCN Burdock)
Lessons I been learn, I’m just happy I’m alive
I was stuck up in these streets, but now I’m just happy I survived
I’m a self made soldier, had to get up on my grind
Demon on my shoulder, nigga I ain’t wastin’ time
From playgrounds to trappin', from trappin' to rappin’
I rap with a passion
(I pull up on sam like my nigga was crackin’)
I ain’t disrespectful, respond with what's happenin’
I don’t een rehearse at all, I get straight to action
I’m Codi he sackin’
I’m Kobe he’s trap’
But it don’t make no sense
Cause he stay with that Mac
Like that boy from the ruckus
Step back like I’m Harden, spend my cheque like John
(Verse 3: MCN Sam)
Stay calm, cool and collect a nigga
My offense at your face, that’s connection nigga
Only 17, you ain’t expect a nigga
And we was chosen, we elected nigga
(This shit ain’t about the east or the west or the south)
Only thing important is we all make it out
Cause the hustle like I'm Nip
(Open gates like I’m Kevin)
Lord please forgive me, when I die send, me to heaven
I move like the president, Trappers my residence
Spin through your block and we ain’t leavin’ evidence
Raised in these streets, but my speech be so elegant
We don’t even speak but our name be so relevant

(Verse 4: MCN Burdock)
I’d keep my name out your mouth or I’ll pull up and cum in it
Demon inside me, you don’t wanna summon it
The way that you move and I feel like you government
Falleh on the track and you know that we runnin’ shit
I’m tryna say some, go ahead and let me say some
Why you got that blicky off, you don’t even spray none
Why you claiming gang but on the real you a fake one
All black hoodies on, rip to Trayvon
Rest in peace to that boy, rest in peace to my dog
Only 16, now they sending up regards
Cause I was 15 when I started movin’ wops
Started selling green, nigga now I’m selling rocks
(Chorus: MCN Burdock)
Big bro told me get it, so I'm getting it in
I'm tryna take my shots like I shot at the rim
And I don't give no shout outs, but I love that nigga Salim
Because he always carry faith when the chances were slim