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[Chorus:] x2
The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)
You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)
The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)
Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)
(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4
[Verse 1: Price]
Man it's enough for us all to get
The problem is you to scared to put your all in it
You rather call it quits but when you down you call for help
And then the moment that you get up you all for self
I know you well and that's the reason for the cycle that I'm tryna break
You boys rather contemplate me I rather concentrate
Focus on the bigger picture you got a paper play well hit a nigga
I pull up on you we can get them figures
Cause ain't no pride over here instead of dividing I rather split the pie over here
You rather flex and scream fuck the other side over there
And flash ya cash in their face sprinting in a marathon you end up last in that race
That's just how it play gotta be cautious with all the flossing niggas thirsty and your life is what it could be costing
That's the real ain't no need for handouts just handups you getting yours stand up you getting yours stand up
[Chorus:] x2
The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)
You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)
The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)
Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)
(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4
[Verse 2: Oktane]
Bills need paying food need cooking
Jails need prisoners cops keep booking
And boys keeps shining and bops keep looking
And I'm just trying to keep from going crooked
Cause I can feel the bad vibes I just never pursue them
And even though the clubs are popping I never get to them
Cause mom gotta go grocery shopping I gotta provide it
The fridge need food and money puts food inside it
Simple math you get it you got it then good now get yo ass up off yo ass out the hood
Easier said than done cause they play with guns till we end up carrying our sons in polished wood
I thought the world was enough for our shoulders
Seems like they're adding planets as we get older
And as the world goes to shit and the kids think it's funny people losing all their lives over power and money, in this war
[Chorus:] x2
The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)
You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)
The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)
Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)
(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4
The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)
You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)
The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)
Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)
(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4
[Verse 1: Price]
Man it's enough for us all to get
The problem is you to scared to put your all in it
You rather call it quits but when you down you call for help
And then the moment that you get up you all for self
I know you well and that's the reason for the cycle that I'm tryna break
You boys rather contemplate me I rather concentrate
Focus on the bigger picture you got a paper play well hit a nigga
I pull up on you we can get them figures
Cause ain't no pride over here instead of dividing I rather split the pie over here
You rather flex and scream fuck the other side over there
And flash ya cash in their face sprinting in a marathon you end up last in that race
That's just how it play gotta be cautious with all the flossing niggas thirsty and your life is what it could be costing
That's the real ain't no need for handouts just handups you getting yours stand up you getting yours stand up
[Chorus:] x2
The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)
You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)
The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)
Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)
(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4
[Verse 2: Oktane]
Bills need paying food need cooking
Jails need prisoners cops keep booking
And boys keeps shining and bops keep looking
And I'm just trying to keep from going crooked
Cause I can feel the bad vibes I just never pursue them
And even though the clubs are popping I never get to them
Cause mom gotta go grocery shopping I gotta provide it
The fridge need food and money puts food inside it
Simple math you get it you got it then good now get yo ass up off yo ass out the hood
Easier said than done cause they play with guns till we end up carrying our sons in polished wood
I thought the world was enough for our shoulders
Seems like they're adding planets as we get older
And as the world goes to shit and the kids think it's funny people losing all their lives over power and money, in this war
[Chorus:] x2
The city feelin like a war (get yours, get yours)
You making pallets on your floor (get yours, get yours)
The feds kicking in ya door (get yours, get yours)
Making a little needing more (get yours, get yours)
(Get yours, get yours, get yours, get yours) x4