Get Used To It

Duration

4:37

Genres

Urban

Lyrics

Get Used To It -Cavalier Verse 1 I'm in the know, yea yea you know this pocket full of dro, bottle fill of focus They be on patrol, I'm the opposite of protest Yal should go and take notes, I don't gotta give notice With this approach many have tried to broach, and almost but of those kinds you can vote mine the closest It's not a game for foes, other than dames I only trouble to huddle with a chosen few associates Click. The next level and a higher degree Slick's the best texture for applying my G Compliance not required if you like what you see My supply is unlimited provided the fee Fe Fi Fo can't tell what 5-O could intend for me being ten times ten fold Imma get mine like its owed and sing an ode to the streets cause when it's played on the road it can control the beast like Chorus It's the truth so you've gotta get used to it You can front, but there's nothing you can do to it You make room or you gotta make use for it Or get used to it, get used to it X2 Verse 2 If I take them to school Imma break all the rules "My chain heavy like" it weigh what it do her "head game's" like the brain's got a tumor catch me in a Range color of caucasian stomach ache or the flu Stop faking like you ain't visible, yes I can see you Without X-raying the room, See since it's the real they lack, literally cats is facsimiles Fake it till they make it, form is formulaic portray it like it's easy to do, that's the reason you lose, mere mechanics that and taking audiences for granted like they're easy to fool, easily I pull wool from off of they face, revealing the nude naked bare facts, with no flights I Air-Max and hold tight to not cosign if they're wack It's not hate, if they can't relate then it's their bad cause they don't save face when they blow like airbags. I'm in the know, I'm in the know, I'm in the know, yup yup you know this X2 Verse 3 I'm an icon-oclast, rip a track but stick it to the man sycophants while twisting sticky grams that'll get you Icarus with a whiskey flask and a pissy attitude and a scribble pad, I cripple, Cav's a bruiser, leave them black and blue when I rap, I spit and I hock a loog since the system's a racket figure jack them for all the loot since the prisons are packed I figure Imma have to do my biggest jams in Attica with Afrika Bam Boom! You Mantan, I'm Gorilla Monsoon Big kahuna, I rap, you just National Lampoon If it's mass appeal you lack, then the massacre ensues so it got them acting cute, acting a fool, or acting "ewww" You broken handed with heavy wrists I'm heavy handed composing hits, you just blow, I'm trynna blow this bitch. And by "bitch" I mean place, not person or thing. So miss, no need to hide the purse or the ring Chorus It's the truth so you've gotta get used to it You can front, but there's nothing you can do to it You make room or you gotta make use for it Or get used to it, get used to it X2