[Intro]
Uh uh, uh, yeah
Alright, we finna get it like this on this bitch one time
6ix, I see you in the control room (Nine)

[Verse 1]
Getting down, sipping brown almost every night, thinking if I go pop, then I could get right
I went pop then I got left, listening to demon days, I ain't got nothing left
Memories at 15 I'm cooking like I'm a chef
Open mic in December, chiefing reefer, now peep the breath
Rhyming with crack dealers, first time in the studio when I'm hoping that they feel us
Spittin' 15 minutes up on the track, no hook, just bars, and there's that
Chilling with my homie Josh, you know hе got the gat
Finna rob a couple cats that robbed him a couplе days back
We all black, yeah, we rob 'em in all black
I ain't even, fuck em, bitch don't want to die, now picture that
I'd rather rap, I'd rather illustrate iller than any of 'em
Master for ceremony? Nah nah, many of them
I supply that shit that they cooking, open them ovens
Never had no one love me, never had no one love me
Now I learn how to love me, I had to learn how to love me
Used to put demons above me, never that nowadays
I got it, I got it, I got it, I'm sitting sideways

[Chorus]
Get it right, tryna get it right
Don't overthink it, right, don't overthink it
Just do it homie, you've been right
You know you been right, you always had the sight
You always had it, oh had the vision to make it right
Tryna get it right, don't overthink it, right?
Don't overthink it, just do it homie, you been right
You know you been right, you always had the sight
You always had it, oh had the vision to make it right
[Verse 2]
Hey, never second guess your intuition
You could learn more from the streets than you did from your whole tuition
No, I ain't no optometrist, but I had the vision to separate myself from my own division
I studied rap like it was my religion, my lyricism on the track is the illness collision
You know I ended the game like a surgery incision
That's precise, yeah that boy nice
Put a bullet in my head if I ain't have this vice
Probably take my life if I couldn't ask the page for advice
Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't it be nice if I didn't have to worry in the middle of the night?
So, so it's the reason that I write
So, so, wish I had more ink on this page, rip up the page
Shit was easier back in the day just rapping with FaZe
Nowadays cats take shots but they never even graze
This is the wave, uh, rapping till I'm in the grave
Have fun, get paid, do the album by the slave but it's really not a slave
It's 'bout how I been a slave to the label, to the industry
I made no enemies, but somehow I still got enemies
Hey, yo, trying dumb shit just to stay relevant instead of my intuition
At least I used to be, nowadays I'm used to me
Was scared to reflect, and now I reflect and find correction, or rather less than more like acceptance
Don't overthink, uh, don't overthink
When I do, I over drink, you know I over drink
My favorite rapper just sent me his unreleased album in the cut, no camo
I wonder what the outcome pushing keys like a piano
Talking vocally, of course
I murder you all with no remorse
[Chorus]
Get it right, tryna get it right
Don't overthink it, right, don't overthink it
Just do it homie, you've been right
You know you been right, you always had the sight
You always had it, oh had the vision to make it right
Tryna get it right, don't overthink it, right?
Don't overthink it, just do it homie, you been right
You know you been right, you always had the sight
You always had it, oh had the vision to make it right