Gotta Get Mine

Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, money comes and goes
Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine, whoah, gotta get mine

I'm living in the age of the chronic, 40 ounce and blunts
The type of dis a women all ah know ah stunts
Now I got to wear Versace just to get a girl to watch me
An' it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine?
Why I sell myself for modern day slavery?
Now I'm doing LPs for 5-cent royalties
Mama, can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me
Feel like gathering my duns, getting all our guns
Count it down 3, 2, 1, come down, Mad Lion!

Yo, yo, roll mi spliff, what, yeah!
The night is young, we all got our guns
Who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery!
I gotcha block on lock, soliciting private stocks of trees
Direct in boat from the West Indies
Jamaica, experience it, just break ya
Smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper
I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega
Here I got all type of flavor
Distribution major, no dealer can match me equal
Niggas buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, money comes and goes
Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine, whoah, gotta get mine

When I was six, I received my nines as a birthday gift
Pray, ya Lord, if ya see my nines
It's enough to make any grown man cry
Now, mama never tell me policeman would arrest me
Even though I without approach me an' den try ti waan me
They hypocrites will swarming, recruit me to the army guy, tell me
I found out these things by my lonely, well, well
X amount of things lead to see ya get dead
Living on them greed, ya get shot, knot them face
Man wanna lose them life an' weh say willed argument
They body all up pulpit cement, well, well

Get sense in a fucking situation
Everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation
The way things are run now, the youth up inna possession
Fuck around an' us buck dem inna point on, Black Talon
Shotgun ah come from double-action
Got ah dem run-way?
Not a fraction
I wish I could a tell you said ya know it nah go happen
When Glock ah pop past, ya know ya betta flock and keep runnin!

Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, money comes and goes
Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine, whoah, gotta get mine

That's why me haffi say
Me buy a gun pon a Monday an' catch a body two minutes before Tuesday
But nash no inna dem gunplay
Me nuh have nuh uzi
Me ratha love me gal, Suzy
So me cool and take it easy inna Jacuzzi
Call me Don
When me accel like a Honda
Pon deh runway on deh second meh sail-way!
Like on a ship, you have your ups and downs
Enough petty robba would a hold you down
Life inna deh ghetto's like a merry-go-round
That's why dem violent and dem lost and found, and unwound

Thank you, Mama, fi di food whey ya cook fe meh
Thank you, mama, fe di things whey ya do fe meh
Thank you, mama, fi di nine months you carry meh
I love you. This lesson is a bit crazy?