Get My Shit Together - Oncue

My heart can’t keep quiet no, no more

Always being broke boy

That bullshit is folklore

Disappeared for three years

Came back and now have my own tour

You didn’t think I’d be here

But I’ve been plottin since '04

Rapping really mean it

Then I squared over that old boy

Back when I was a teenager

I shoplift like the whole store, the whole store

Shootin that, I mean sniffin that

Pain all up in my past

When I raced home to pin my raps

Daydreams 'bout getting that cash

Somethings is hard to let go

Those said they won’t see me fall

But goddamn I finally got my glow

Like, like woo

All I ever wanted in this world is some motherfucking loot

Never take a L when my brother take a noof

Fuck you if you ever thought us a fluke

I’m Simba, I’m Neo, I’m David, I’m Luke

I’m Goku too all them times two

And shit you can say that you ain’t got no proof

'Til I’m dead in a box

Hands crossed on a suit like

I think it’s bout time I get my shit together

Say oh yeah, uh oh

I swear to God that I’m going to get my shit together

Say oh yeah, uh oh

I’mma call your phone to get my shit together

Say oh yeah, uh oh

I’mma call you up, call you up babe

Get my shit together babe, get my shit together babe

Too much weight up on my shoulders

Why you think I’m chain smoking

That’s why I go dumb up in the booth

Just like my brain broken

Vision this shit way back when

Damn I saw a lane open

No I do not have no friends

I do not share the same notion

Damn I’m flowing

What’s that shit that Maki loaded

Please no more of them cockroaches

Futon on the floor I was dozin

Like I was fucking damn near homeless

Think I’m glad I wrote this

You could repeat the process

Just that real shit, only make you feel shit

Don’t talk to none of my ex’s

Fuck em brah I should probably get tested

Those wrongs should’ve learned my lesson

Tell em all that I’m not flexin'

Goddamnit, say Lord knows

My mom call the phone for so long

And I channel that anger

Writin' words with a pen tryna give me hope

Find a handle on that paper

Then my pops went put that on the stones

Tryna turn my goals to vapour

But it’s hardly how all this goes

I think it’s bout time I get my shit together

Say oh yeah, uh oh

I swear to God that I’m going to get my shit together

Say oh yeah, uh oh

I’mma call your phone to get my shit together

Say oh yeah, uh oh

I’mma call you up, call you up babe

Get my shit together babe, get my shit together babe

Time to get my shit together

Uh oh

Time to get my shit together

Uh oh

I’mma call your phone to get my shit together

Oh yeah

I’mma call you, call you up babe

Get my shit together babe, get my shit together babe