Just To Get By Lyrics

Just To Get By lyrics

(*talking*)



Uh Magno, the Rookie of the Year coming soon



Collection Plate baby, holla







[Magno]



I get by, with a G a week



In other words, I get a G to speak



And put words together, vault open come and serve the cheddar



That's all, for putting verbs together



I'm slick with the ladies, Mag' never hang where them gay's be



Watch me freestyle, from the known where my ways be



I love rap, cash flow is great



Won't be long till I build, the Magno Estates



And pull up in a Lac, chrome with dayt's



That's plural, I turn all my flows into murals



On the wall somewhere, niggas stay watching my ice



My rocks, bigger than Monopoly dice



You cop it once, then I'm copping it twice



You jocking my life, I'ma hog the mic homeboy till my broccoli's right



Y'all broke still, me I'm never grumpy



Cause my pockets stay lumpy, like bad Oatmeal



Niggas think I'm going pop, like a firecracker



Don't make me get out of character, like retired actors



I spit the throwdest bars, only floss the coldest cars



Dick stay between lips, like soda straws







[Hook]



I spit flows, just to get by



When I grab the mic, you know I spit fly



Feeling my high's, and my low's



I spit flows, and get do'



I do shows come back, and stack grands



I show love, to all of my fans



Never turn Hollywood, cause I learned



That God could take back, everything I earned



Just to get by, just to get by



Just to get by, just to get by



Feeling my high's, and my low's



I spit flows, and get do'



I do shows come back, and stack grands



I show love, to all of my fans



Never turn Hollywood, cause I learned



That God could take back, everything I earned



Just to get by







[Magno]



I keep your dame phony smiling



She hoping I'ma give her my foot long weener, like James Tony Island



Magno, bound to be that name Sony signing



Prolly next June, you gon be her ex soon



Cause she after the green, she love my flow



Even though I'm complicated, like Aviril Levine



But uh, that's out of the question



If a nigga talk down, I'm throwing bullets straight out of the Wesson



Fuck y'all I tuck y'all, like a back of a shirt



Fuck around and find yourself, in the back of a hearse



I'll make a hospital trip, start clapping your nurse



That's my style you don't like me, I'm attacking you first



My crib got golden gates, like San Francisco



Magno the kid, that got more cookies than Nabisco



Ice on my pinky, is the reason that my fist glow



My sick flow, is the reason Magno flip do'



Do I trick no, but I give the chicks dick no



They love to give me head, but they never get licked low



Cause I make hoes faint



When I pull up in that deuce and a quarter, fresh Macco paint, I get by







(*talking*)



Uh yeah, Magno ya heard



It's the Rookie of the Year, uh



Back on the block with it



Straight spitting mayn, no chorus



Taking it right back to hip-hop baby



This how we do it, uh



Banging greens feel with it, licking green East



Cashmore Garden, got fam over there baby



Acres Home, 5th Ward what's up



Uh, putting it down, Magno ya heard, holla