Get Back

Dizzy Wright

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    [Intro]
    Uh, What up

    [Verse 1]
    Guess who it is that’s trynna do it big
    He blowin’ up that same nigga you grew up with
    Uh, Bring the bass they don’t need the drum
    She said “Uh Uh, who? Katrina son?” (Dizzy)… Yeah that’s the one
    The one that’s getting stares and stops
    The young nigga that’s gettin’ compared to Pac
    Now that’s deep Uh
    And I know they don’t want another Pac cause that’s too real for the motherfuckin’ streets
    But I'mma beast for Christ
    They done unleashed the Wright
    Early 20’s and shit, im trynna teach weed life
    It’s cool (It's cool)
    If your ego won’t allow it fool, higher learnin’ bruh, I got some sour too
    Aww, shit
    Now they wanna kick it
    Actin’ interested trynna get all in my business
    But it’s funny cause I caught the fuck shit befo’ you did it
    You done missed out now I’m about to make a killin’
    So I say…

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    [Hook]
    Get Back, Get up off me
    We ain’t cool don’t try to act like you know me
    We wasn’t homies then
    But in the city of the sin, pretend is all around [x2]
    Hey

    [Verse 2]
    Shit
    Now they callin’ my phone houndin’ me
    Uh, Supportin’ all bout oh you proud of me
    Nigga please
    I remember that shit you said when you was trynna get a verse, and I was trynna get ahead
    See, I was focused on my bread and now I’m back, with an attitude
    And I ain’t mad at you, I just don’t fuck with you
    Used to be the cool guy
    Popular to famous
    Made it to this
    Shit, hit me when you poppin’ up in Vegas
    I done did my ground work
    Developing my craft
    Livin’ large, happiness got me snugglin’ with my cash
    Ascent with the profit
    You rappers need to stop it
    Got a voice for no reason. What’s a song without a topic?
    Dumb silent
    I’m Done trying
    Ya’ll should be done grindin’
    Front stage, singin’ all of this music that’s young minded
    Maturity alliance
    Niggas that ain’t tryin’
    And allowed, in the crowd, for the smiles
    So I say…

    [Hook]
    Get Back, Get up off me
    We ain’t cool don’t try to act like you know me
    We wasn’t homies then
    But in the city of the sin, pretend is all around [x2]
    Hey

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