Slaine – Gotta Go
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Gotta Go

HookD-Stroy

When I find the time for you, then you'll know
But right about now, you're moving too slow
I gotta get bread for you, since you know
I gotta go, but you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Gots to go

Verse 1Kali

You had your shot but let it go, I'm out the box and in my zone
Tell me what you in it for if you ain't in it for the dough
Bright lights city life, Henny got me moving slow
I pledge allegiance to the dollars stacking up I'm 'bout to blow
Me and Slaine sniffed a eighth of cocaine
Now we armed, robbing banks with pitchforks and shanks
He's the getaway driver, I'm the black Ben Affleck
Always on the go so I gotta keep my bags packed
Rubber band reality, I stretch out then snap back
Visualize success in a knapsack, that's Rap
I'm feeling high on the plateau when gats blow
Nickname asshole, the black Fidel Castro
I gotta go, I gotta get back to the politics
Presidential suites, I'm on the road, that's where the profit is
Never where the problems is, the king of my metropolis
Ain't nobody stopping this, I'm arrogant and confident, so-

HookD-Stroy

When I find the time for you, then you'll know
But right about now, you're moving too slow
I gotta get bread for you, since you know
I gotta go, but you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Gots to go

Verse 2Slaine

Just to be honest I'm as fucked up and as lucky as promised
Look me in the eyes and feel this that I'm stuck with my karma
These nobodies, they try and diss me like they fucking my mama
I shrug it off, buy a drink and throw a buck at Breonna
I'm a fish outta water always but I swim with piranhas
I never sleep, walking hallways late up in my pajamas
I'm a creep, more than you could ever be, don't make a peep
The way she loves me every time I go away, I make her weep
I breathe deep, ask you all please just to let her be
I know that some of y'all have plots and plans of deading me
Come on dog, you got fleas, you ain't in my pedigree
Travelled all around the world and seen places you'll never see
When I'm back around the whip and I'm tired from my tour
I hear the hate when I go out saying what I ain't no more
But this is who I am and what I always will be
These faggots see I made it now and they wanna kill me

HookD-Stroy

When I find the time for you, then you'll know
But right about now, you're moving too slow
I gotta get bread for you, since you know
I gotta go, but you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Go, you gots to go
Gots to go

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