Get It Together

1, 2, 3,Uh! Yeah,I'm trynna get it right Live my life right I want the things that come with the fast life But I don't wanna lose my soul, right, paid with my life I just wanna rock ice wit my fresh nights Cuz the girls at the school I think I dress nice The real thug ni**a cool wit a ni**a, right? Till one day, after school, walkin' home, right? The same thug ni**az ran up on a brother, right? The 3 more I never met in my life asked me Where I'm from, banged on me, right? The brothers that I knew was up outta sight Man, they made me get it together and now I act right “Let's get it together!” Trials and tribulation both got you a cost and understand I'm not the one To go tap on other resources, the road that you traveled gon be paved in some gravel So before you try and jock me, understand the shit is “Rocky” I don't mean the boxer or any of your Oscar I'm trynna spit some game so your ass can prosper Pay a lil dues, do a couple of shows Put a mixtape out, man, let's see how it goes My only good advice is to cut you on slice, I mean the world ain't gon bite Just cuz you think you('re) nice How can I be diplomatic when this ain't “automatic” I'ma tell you right, there's a roll of da dice “Let's get it together!” Ay, being shallow is the 1st sign And not being able to follow my first rhyme A third grindin' my thirst that works fine, and I been alerted But I've been caught off guard at the worst time Yeah, I get a paranoid pause but do these people know my character flaws? I get embarrassed in court, particular is younger killaz is the cause But I'm right being the one standin' on your terrorist at fault You can laugh, it's therapeutic to talk about my faults or wear acousitc Bringin' up shit We ain't perfect to fight, just ain't worth it Despite a stained surface we gotta attain purpose “Let's get it together!” I was a picker when I was alil ni**a, my Pops would turn preacher once my voice got deeper than his For all the times, the ni**a would vent, I had to listen he was payin' the rent But what he sayin', he meant I'll admit, I was a trip in the bed I was hangin' with different chicks and we be wildin' and shit But I had to get a grip before the time ran out Or Pops would start to trip, start puttin' me out But now I kinda see what he was talkin' about, you can't live in somebody's houses, start airin' out You got to be your own man and handle your biz And later on, you can tell' em what time it is “Let's get it together! For you and me!”…