You Don’t Get It – Cal Scruby

(Never ran, never ran)
You know what it is
Everybody get your motherfucking roll on
(Oops)
Yeah, yeah

Everybody get your motherfucking roll on
Throw it at me, baby, let me get my stroke on
You got that bomb pussy, I can’t really go long
If it’s four-five minutes, then it’s your fault
Yeah, that’s your fault
I took the Drake flow
You know I’ve been getting high, but I lay low
No chains on, feeling like Django
Need a two-seater baby that’s a tango
We can tango, I know it take two
This a one take, when I’m done ‘K, cool
I don’t dance, baby, this is how I make moves
Heard my competition saying they can’t lose
Well that’s fake news
You gotta pay dues, I was in the same boat, same shoes
Burning through the gas like H2’s
Gotta make them beg, so they can’t choose
I’ma get a Benz when I break through

I would make a song before and after class
Always in the hall, I never had a pass
In my habitat I had a battle back
Never ran unless I had a ball
Or they had a badge (Whoop, whoop)
If you don’t get it that could take a minute

Don’t tell Murda Beatz that I may commit it
Shawty got the YSL fake edition
She put a burner and her makeup in it
You think I’m talking like a tough guy
Spent a long time out Ohio still a buckeye
She got little titties, but she knows I’m a butt guy
Always stuck around, stay down, saw my upside, yeah
I’m a different man now, I don’t play around
I was destined, no question
Hands down, tryna get the bands up
But I never let my fans down
Learned my lesson, that’s why I get it in advance now
Saw you on the block tryna fit in like Tetris
Your projects never live up to projections
You don’t count blessings
If you get depressed in a Honda, you gon’ get depressed in a Lexus
I should probably take my own advice and suggestions
Paying full price every vice and investment
I threw all my paper like extra, extra
One day when I get the necklace
I’ma let my diamonds hold hands, it’s a romance
Check the Stance, Anti-drug programs
You’ve got no job, no brand, no bands
You could grow up in Chicago, still have no Chance

I would make a song before and after class
Always in the hall, I never had a pass
In my habitat, I had to battle back
Never ran unless I had a ball
Or they had a badge (Whoop, whoop)
If you don’t get it that could take a minute

If you don’t get it, that could take a minute (You don’t get it)
If you don’t get it, that could take a minute
If you don’t get it, that could take a minute
If you don’t get it, that could take a minute
Who am I kidding, you don’t get it