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Lute - Get It And Go (feat. Blakk Soul) (Official Audio) ft. Blakk Soul
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lute
Lute
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Thomas
Corey Thomas
Composer
Mischa Burgess
Mischa Burgess
Composer
Luther Nicholson
Luther Nicholson
Composer
Eric “Blakk Soul” Mercer, Jr
Composer
Paul Tabron Jr.
Paul Tabron Jr.
Composer
Karrie D Carroll
Karrie D Carroll
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DHO Knows
DHO Knows
Co-Producer
Kuddie Fresh
Kuddie Fresh
Co-Producer
Corey Thomas
Corey Thomas
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mischa Burgess
Mischa Burgess
Recording Engineer
Eric Mercer Jr.
Eric Mercer Jr.
Mixing Engineer
Paul "PJ" Tabron Jr
Paul "PJ" Tabron Jr
Co-Producer
Praise
Praise
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy! I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go Now I get and go Prime time over grind, game over times up Played my cards dealt my hand ain't really no time for luck Either you got it, you don't Lie to yourself if you want I put my team on my back Did what I could, what I had Now I be all in my bag Copy and paste with the swag Bet you can't do it like me All my winnings on repeat Take your L like a boss Stand ten toes on your feet I could never take a lost I ain't set up for defeat Forgiato's on the truck I had a dream and it stuck Livin' my life 'cause we up Lookin' back like where the love? That's why I be hella low key But contrary to belief Loyalty runs deep I keep my ear to the streets The struggle turned me to a beast I'm off the chain, I'm ofg the leash But baby girl, I play for keeps Told my brother lately I been schemin' Against all odds like Willy Beamin I been grindin' lately this my season Lord knows I'm tryin' to find my reason Lay it all on the line ain't no lookin' back Give it my all wit no strings attached Came from the bottom, rose through the cracks Spotlight on you, boy, how you gon' act? Ayy! I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go Now I get and go Ain't it crazy how dem tables turn? You can fold or you can stand firm I'ma real one so I ain't concerned I'm fully built for this life I think I earned all my stripes I don't believe all the hype Get back on my feet and get right Watch me work, watch 'em hate Watch 'em lurk, can't relate Watch me skrrt Out the mud out the dirt Above the waters In the murks Out the gate, on site Rare breed, rare type Set the bar, take flight Yeah I be grindin' since a youngin' They told me my timin' was comin' I been hustlin' with no fundin' Forget all the fame, get the money I'm out in LA where it's sunny I been eatin' since a youngin' Since we ain't have food in our tummy The life was livin' ain't funny But you can not take nothin' from me Put that on my mama, my daughter My cousin, my brotha, I'll show ya Way better than I can tell you The type of dreams that they sell you That's why I learn from my failures Don't do the handouts or the favors Told my brother I'ma get this paper What's left behind I'll see it later To keep it real you don't need to wait up Lay it all on the line ain't no lookin' back Give it my all with no strings attached Came from the bottom, rose through the cracks Spotlight on you, boy, how you gon' act? Ayy! I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go Now I get and go I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go Now I get and go I remember sleepin' with my ribs touchin' Now I get and go (whoa) Now I get and go (whoa)
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