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Go Get It
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Hip-Hop
Go Get It was released on September 25, 2020 by The Syndicate Music Group as a part of the album Perilous
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Release DateSeptember 25, 2020
LabelThe Syndicate Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crisis
Crisis
Performer
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hellfire Beats
Hellfire Beats
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
1, 2
Hellfyre, what up
Uh
Can't just go in on this one
Gotta let it simmer a little bit
Yeah
Uh
God forgive me, but they doubted me
So I gotta treat 'em to what's inside of my armory
Opps become a memory, death is the penalty
For anybody frontin' and tryna tarnish my legacy
Take your face off, not like Cage, I mean Kennedy
For years I been the remedy, for some reason they slept on me
My homie told me wake they ass up
Like a blast from the pump at night
Never let them make you lose your sight
Keep my eyes on the prize and my foot on the gas
Black suit and black mask for the black mass
Plant a pirate flag in the blacktop
This is for my hustlers getting money on them Bronx blocks
Flipping packs
Me and Hellfyre bring that real feel back
Have live wires black out, make the steel clap
Real rap, no gimmicks
The real ones from my hood is who these
Cowards try to mimic (I'm from Soundview)
Since the beginning
Learned if you don't put in work, there's no winning
Haters wanna stop, you gotta still go get it
Whether you make moves or not, the world keeps spinning
Since the beginning
Learned if you don't put in work, there's no winning
Haters wanna stop, you gotta still go get it
Whether you make moves or not, the world keeps spinning
Grinding like I'm on a skateboard, Tony Hawk
Tryna avoid these rats who point fingers in court
These rappers are Mr. Roarke with all that fantasy talk
Careful your mouth'll get your body traced with the chalk
A king in New York, y'all got fat, it's my turn
Try to test the god, you little mortals got some nerve
Shooters pull up and air your block out like it's The Purge
No caps in my rap, jack, I stand by every word
Threw dice to curb, playing blocks, getting money
On the corner called cozy, but ain't comfortable, homie
Was never sunny, grew up in a life of crime and sin
A hood veteran of moving illegal medicine
Pistol in my letterman, mind on the cream
SMG the new regime, we winning by any means
Been had the gleam before a teen like a beam on a mink
Fully auto submachine and you the target
Since the beginning
Learned if you don't put in work, there's no winning
Haters wanna stop, you gotta still go get it
Whether you make moves or not, the world keeps spinning
Since the beginning
Learned if you don't put in work, there's no winning
Haters wanna stop, you gotta still go get it
Whether you make moves or not, the world keeps spinning
I was knocking hard in the beginning
Tryna get this money
I was knocking hard in the beginning
My past records tell a story
I was knocking hard in the beginning
I am a hustler, baby
I was knocking hard in the beginning
Got it if the fiends want it
Written by: Carl Urban
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