Just 2 Get By
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics

You talk like a fucking punk, Q
You speak with a disrespectful and aggressive tone, Q

Fuck you, man! "Yo, chill!"
I don't respect you! "Hold on a second! Remain calm!"

No, fuck chill! Check yourself, Q!
No, forget about staying calm! Reflect on your actions, Q!

You gotta snap some collars and
You need to assert dominance and

Let them motherfuckers know you're
Make it clear to those individuals that you are

There to take them out anytime
Present to eliminate them whenever

You feel like it! You gotta get the ground
You decide! You need to establish a foundation

Beneath your feet, partner
Under your control, my friend

Get the wind behind your back and go out
Let the wind support you and embark

In a blaze if you got to!
In a spectacular manner if necessary!

Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as
Otherwise, you are insignificant! You may as well

Well be dead your damn self!"
Consider yourself dead!

"You tryin' to tell me I ain't shit?"
"Are you attempting to communicate that I am insignificant?"

"I ain't tryin' to tell you shit i'll
"I am not attempting to communicate anything to you, I'll

Tell your mama you ain't shit"
Inform your mother that you are without value"

I'm just ridin' through the city
I am simply driving around the city

Not really havin' no pity
I don't have any sympathy

For these motherfuckers
For these despicable individuals

Bloodsuckers with they hands reachin'
Parasitic individuals reaching out with their hands

Cause my preachin' got 'em
Because my words of wisdom have

Thinkin' I'm really eatin' so to speakin'
Believing that I am actually prospering, so to speak

My lyrics got my breath reekin'
My lyrics have my breath smelling

Yes, I your rap sire
Indeed, I am your rap mentor

Picture God spittin' fire
Imagine God unleashing his wrath

All you fuckers' feel my flame
All you bastards experience my intensity

Burn the Earth once again
Set the world ablaze once more

Tired of this world of pain
Exhausted by the existence of this painful world

Put the trigger to my brain
Place the gun against my head

Release me from this terror
Set me free from this torment

Kill the virus that requires more desires
Eliminate the infection that craves for more wants

Fancy chains, fancy whips, different houses
Luxurious chains, extravagant vehicles, multiple residences

Different bitch
Various women

I swear to me I hate this shit
I promise to myself that I detest this lifestyle

Cracker judges smokin' vics
White judges using drugs

Never leave him with a limp, kill a nigga
Never leave him injured, kill an individual

No attempt
Without hesitation

Money's the root of evil when I'm the Devil
Wealth is the source of wickedness when I am the embodiment of evil

Bury yourself
Immerse yourself in your own demise

I'm just ridin' just to get high
I am simply driving around to get intoxicated

I swear the world got me stressed
I promise, the world has me feeling overwhelmed

Nigga, I'm the best
My friend, I am the most superior

I'm just smokin' just to get by
I am simply smoking to cope with life

I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat
I stay attuned to the streets, acknowledging the rhythm

Head on my knees, fuck the police
Head bowed in frustration, disregard the police

Picture youself wakin' up in the mornin'
Visualize yourself waking up in the morning

Not even yawnin' or stretchin'
Without even yawning or stretching

Just stressin', life is depressin'
Just feeling stressed, life is depressing

Mirror reflectin' all my ghetto tears
Mirror showing the reflection of all my tears from the ghetto

Shit I heard with ghetto ears
Things I heard with my street-acquired knowledge

Shit I seen from ghetto peers the
Things I witnessed from my fellow ghetto dwellers, the

Reason that I have no fears
Reason why I am fearless

Take you back when I six
Let me take you back to when I was six years old

That's when I learnt that life's a bitch
That's when I realized life is difficult

Momma wouldn't give me shit
Mother wouldn't provide me with anything

Grandma used to buy me kicks
Grandmother used to buy me sneakers

Toys and different types of fit's
Toys and various outfits

Around eight, my mom straight
Around the age of eight, my mother struggled

Naggin' shit my mom hates
Constantly complaining, things my mother despises

Grab a switch, I'm scared straight
Pick a switch, I am disciplined through fear

Poppa's shit got turned to crooks
Father's situation turned into criminal behavior

Gangbangin', 'caine slangin'
Engaging in gang activities, selling cocaine

Pants saggin', blunt-wrappin'
Wearing sagging pants, wrapping blunts

Couple blocks, the beef crackin'
Several blocks where conflict arise

Done with this Crip rappin'
No longer involved in this Crip-inspired rapping

I ain't sayin' ''cuhs'' to try
I am not saying ''cuz'' to attempt

To bigger my buzz you niggas follow the drug
To increase my popularity, you individuals follow the drug culture

I'm that dope
I am that good, that powerful

Now I ain't tryin' to get no sympathy
Now I am not attempting to receive any sympathy

Love in my lyric discussion
Passion in my lyrical expression

And I'm hot shit
And I am extremely confident

Why I can't be hot as these other pricks?
Why can't I be as successful as these other individuals?

Talkin' 'bout cars and jewels
Discussing cars and jewelry

I swear you motherfuckers' stupid
I promise, you individuals are ignorant

Disrespectful shit, Q
Disregard for my accomplishments, Q

You motherfuckers wear your shit
You individuals proudly display your material possessions

Fuck your bitch
Engage in sexual relations with your significant other

Number one rapper is when I'm content
I am the best rapper when I am satisfied

Hear my spit
Listen to my lyrics

Pain and drippin' hard is what keep me fit
Experiencing pain and overcoming challenges is what keeps me in shape

But I ain't workin' out
But I am not exercising

Just rappin' till it's workin' out
Simply rapping until things improve

Bars about different type of shit
Lyrics about various subjects

That I done ran about
That I have already discussed in my music

Mazes, I done figured out, puzzles
Figured out mazes, solved puzzles

I done pieced 'em up
I have assembled and solved them

Enemies, I pieced 'em out
Enemies, I eliminated them from my life

I ain't tryin' to be for
I am not trying to be in conflict

'bout what lyrics they said
Concerned about what they said in their lyrics

I'm killin' you rappers dead, I swear
I am destroying you rappers completely, I promise