Krizz Kaliko feat. Skatterman & Snug Brim Getcha Life Right Lyrics

Genius Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Chip on My Shoulder
  • 3 Genius
  • 4 Back Pack
  • 5 Doe Doe
  • 6 Get Off
  • 7 Butt Naked Fun
  • 8 Getcha Life Right
  • 9 Love You 2 Death
  • 10 Misunderstood
  • 11 Bipolar
  • 12 Dead Wrong
  • 13 So High
  • 14 The Chemical
  • 15 She'll Do
  • 16 Be Right Back
  • 17 Hum Drum
  • 18 Happy Birthday
  • 19 Choir Boy
  • 20 Outro
  • [Chorus:]
    I'm just tryna get my life right
    Get it to go my way (go my way)
    If ya ain't got pay
    I'm just tryna get my life right
    Top of the hill with my family
    Cop a couple mil can't be mad at me
    I'm just tryna get my life right
    Don't wanna beef with ya
    Get ya money let me eat with ya
    I'm just tryna get my life right
    Cause I gotta be the boss
    Gotta get it no matter what the cost
    Getcha life right

    [Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko]
    I ain't tryna be Bill Gates
    I'm tryna be the n____ Bill Gates hates
    Make no mistake 'bout it
    I'm tryna make it where my son see anything he want on the Internet and PayPal it
    I stay valid
    There ain't nothin' you can say 'bout it
    If ya hustle gimme enough greens to make salad
    I gotta get my money and my life right
    I push ya bucket as long as my momma and my wife right
    Don't really want people to see me in the wrong light
    And stop me from feedin' my son it's on n____, on sight
    Pass around that collection plate
    The selection got me feelin' n____ rich but I'm Section 8
    Momma taught me how to behave
    But aunt showed me how to f___ weed in a microwave
    So if you know me know I love you from a distance
    My absence is all about business

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2: Skatterman]
    Some people callin' my story an inspiration
    Relatin' to the time I get if I skip this probation
    Patiently waitin' for me to slip so they can can me
    Off in a cell when I was just tryna feed my family
    But I'm addicted to these streets and blocks
    And this concrete is crucial, either ya eat or ya not

    Plan on reachin' the top
    Gotta be willin' to poke your shirt out
    Stick with the truth if you's a griddin' pass the work out
    How can I judge a man that life just left me
    I'm blessed, knock on some wood
    Slip through the ice like Gretzky
    Every move I hope the vice don't catch me, I gotta try
    I used to pick shoes baby momma for an alibi
    n____ had to switch it up
    Rap game pickin' up
    It's critical, tryna walk that line of cash residuals
    I'm tryna make it to where my prophece is invisible
    And if I fail, just call me pitiful

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Snug Brim]
    I'm just tryna get my life right
    The kids and the wife right
    But still I'll bust a m________in' head if the price right
    Right or wrong
    Homie I don't give a f___
    As long as my son can get some [? ] for his Tonka truck
    I'm bein' in it
    Stuck in the game, dodgin' the [? ] cops
    Been griddin', [? ] things when will they f___in' stop (f___in' stop)
    Paranoid, thinkin' who gon' blow the whistle on me
    Change my daughter's diaper in the dope house with a pistol on me
    I sold c__e, sold crack, sold this, sold that
    Pray to the Lord, but I won't never get my soul back
    I used to get the powder, when I touched it it would turn to bricks
    But lately everything my finger's touchin' seems to turn to s___
    I go to church on Sunday cause I wanna be a good n____
    But I'm a product of my hood n____
    Plus I'm sick of being Strange Music's black sheeba
    But I don't wanna go back to them back streets

    [Chorus]

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