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MR. GETSHITDONE
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MR. GETSHITDONE was released on September 21, 2024 by broke as a part of the album Enchiridion
September 21, 2024
Labelbroke
LanguageEnglish
BPM133
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I wasn't from the bottom of the list
It's hard to think back, so I'd rather forget
Late-night, I be scrollin' thru my pics
Thinkin' 'bout times I ain't stand on shit
Lace up your boots if you inclined to trip
I ain't tryna see none of my **** fall
I ain't got no trick, but to stand on biz'
I'm the realest **** that she ever met
(I'm real as fuck)
'Mr. Get-Shit-Done', you just gotta give me a call
She was tryna flip the story like gymnastics, make it look like it's my fault
I'm a calm-ass ****, but, you better not play
I'll lose my cool in this bitch
You can just give me my credit, now, 'B', 'cause I'm up
Whole time, I been through hella shit
(I been through a whole lot, my ****)
Take a lil' breather, calm down
Just know that you safer with me
And, I know you heard that before
But, **** lie 'bout who they be (**** cap)
I'm who these **** wanna be, baby
They 'copy-paste-and-delete'
And, I realized you put on a front
They think you a saint, whole time, you a freak
She tryna pull my card
Claim that I changed when I got the racks
Only thing that changed was you
I been that **** since way back
​sharkboy on the beat, he outdid his thing
Lavagirl-shit, how I be spittin' fire
I feel like Kanye in 2005
Since 2004, been the realest alive
(On God)
I don't really need nobody, but, I really appreciate dollars
And, I heard through the grapevine that I reached my peak
But no, I'm not worried about it
And, I been on a mo'fuckin' hot-streak
Shut up that bullshit, argue wit' yo' mama
Why do I gotta deal with these problems?
I gave up solvin' 'em, if I'm bein' honest
She tried to force a lil' promise ring
I wouldn't even put it on my pinky, man
And, I don't even gotta shoot my shot no more
She want me to bring a best friend
And, I'm startin' to feel like I'm Bruce Wayne
Rockin' all black, wit' a new chain
**** talk a lot, I don't say a thing
Ain't no way you could go up, if your crew lame
'Mr. Get-Shit-Done', you just gotta give me a call
She was tryna flip the story like gymnastics, make it look like it's my fault
I'm a calm-ass ****, but, you better not play
I'll lose my cool in this bitch
You can just give me my credit, now, 'B', 'cause I'm up
Whole time, I been through hella shit
(I been through a whole lot, my ****)
Take a lil' breather, calm down
Just know that you safer with me
And, I know you heard that before
But, **** lie 'bout who they be (Ni-ggas cap)
I'm who these **** wanna be, baby
They 'copy-paste-and-delete'
And, I realized you put on a front
They think you a saint, whole time, you a freak
Written by: Justin Goins, Jwasabi Jwasabi
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