The 33rd, Jarren Benton - G.I.L.T

Everybody talkin' all caps, sayin' I'ma get this, then I'ma give you that, but
You don't really got it like that, so how you gon' give what you ain't got back, huh?
You don't think about it like that, so you're stuck where you're at, and can never get back up
You don't really got it like that, nah, you don't really got it like that, uh
I guess I'm just a joke to you, I see, I guess for you it's how it's supposed to be
I guess that's really how it's gonna go, but I know that everyone is gonna see
I can't just hope that you get on a roll, I gotta go where I'm destined to be
I ain't go nowhere hopin' I succeed, I got here solely cause I truly believe
So leave, get out my face, and if you ain't got what it takes, stop fakin' it
I'm not about to sit and be complacent with all the shit that I did
Wasn't only for the sake of it, I control me and I know that I'm makin' it
Whatever goal that I set, I'm obtainin' it Manifestin' was my best investment, that's
one lesson I've taken it, been takin' it in From the beginning so I can get back in the end
I'm makin' amends, givin' forgiveness, but not forgettin' what you did
Not takin' the chance of losin', I'm too in tune for you to break me again
If you think this about you, well, you might just be right, so listen again
Everybody talkin' all caps, sayin' I'ma get this, then I'ma give you that, but
You don't really got it like that, so how you gon' give what you ain't got back, huh?
You don't think about it like that, so you're stuck where you're at, can never get back up
You don't really got it like that, nah, you don't really got it like that, uh
Everybody talkin' all caps, sayin' I'ma get this, then I'ma give you that, but
You don't really got it like that, so how you gon' give what you ain't got back, huh?
You don't think about it like that, so you're stuck where you're at, can never get back up
You don't really got it like that, nah, you don't really got it like that, uh
For Pete's sake, you niggas are sweeter than cheesecake I murder you niggas in class, I pull up and pull a SK out a briefcase
I get topped off on the freeway, I murder rappers over beat breaks
I push a nigga's shit back like the next Kanye West release date
Ill nigga from the east side, oh, they ain't around when the heat rise
You got one chance to cross me, then it's lights out, ain't no retries, fuck a revise
Fuck them niggas, we don't keep ties, throw his ass off a G5
The story always got three sides, if the pussy wet, I'ma deep dive, yeah
I told you these rappers are all cap, gotta watch for rats, cause the cars tap
They gon' blow his brains on the tarmat, chop a beam him up like Star Trek
The bullie show me where your heart at, we poppin' bottles like the barbacks
They gon' pop them hollows at your hard hat, we sippin' ours on the rocks
Spend a lot of hours on the clock, niggas gettin' sour on the block
Come fuck with ours and get shot, either fam, nigga, or the opps
Niggas talkin' odd to the cops, I'm Dr. Oz with the ox
You get sent to God in a box, Benton,
Everybody talkin' all cap, sayin' I'ma get this, then I'ma give you that
You don't really got it like that, so how you gon' give what you ain't got back, huh?
You don't think about it like that, so you're stuck where you're at, can never get back
You don't really got it like that, nah, you don't really got it like that

Written by:
ANTHONY MIRABILE, JARREN BENTON

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