Got Here

Boubacar Barry

Bou
Uh huh
Listen
I grew up in that village on the side of them train tracks
Where niggas never stunt cause we ain't giving no chains back
Learned to hold our own when we was running them fades back
I think about the past it's always bringing that pain back
Pour a lil liquor for the ones we can't bring back
Got niggas losing sanity it's hard to maintain that
Sell your dawg a pistol then get hit with that same strap
That jealousy a bitch no type of money can change that
I always wonder will I live to see another summer?
Or will that boy with so much hunger serve that under cover?
Or will that man that lost his brother hit block with thunder?
No proper guidance we get high to keep from going under
Uh
Glock chilling in my pillowcase
Cause I know when you gettin this money some people feel a way
All this paper you can get rich in a million ways
But niggas scared to hustle so they take another's meal away
Survival of the fittest
All my rivals is diminished
Always knew I'd be a hustler all my idols in the business
Running wild with my niggas
From the trial to the sentence
Getting saved by the yay
it's like a bible in the kitchen
You ain't really from that ghetto if you got fears
Too many niggas crashing out my brothers got years
And you can't say that was your dawg if you ain't drop tears
Gotta thank god that I can tell you how I got here
Too many speaking on my name like I ain't got ears
And that's the reason they can tell you why they not here
I done came too many miles just to stop here
Cause it's my job to tell the tale of how I got here
I'm moving at my own rhythm in a league of my own
I know my momma birthed a king I don't compete for the throne
Sometimes I wanna smoke somebody give em three to the dome
I gotta focus on my blessings leave them demons alone
I don't trust this rap game cause it be leading me on
If there's a market for the real, then there's a need for these songs
Since a youngin all I wanted was some peace in my home
Goin through it, it was music that been keep me strong
I copped a pack and doubled up
Hit the ave and made it jump
These niggas mad I chased a bag and I surpassed the runner ups
Niggas crashing for a buck
Never brag just run it up
Showed his stash just to stunt
Now he won't last another month
Remember riding with that shotty in that two-door coupe
I hold my own so I don't ever wonder who gon shoot
Let my haters see me shining I can't do no roof
You think that money make you real, I need to see more proof
Alotta sucka shit is normalized
Keep my circle fortified
Leave the kitchen messy just to see my money organized
Practice till you more than tired
Blessings I pre-ordered mines
Hustling through the night so we ain't sleeping till the morning time
You ain't really from that ghetto if you got fears
Too many niggas crashing out my brothers got years
And you can't say that was your dawg if you ain't drop tears
Gotta thank god that I can tell you How I got here
Too many speaking on my name like I ain't got ears
And that's the reason they can tell you why they not here
I done came too many miles just to stop here
Cause it's my job to tell the tale of how I got here
You ain't from that ghetto
My brothers got them years
You ain't drop tears

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Who composed the song “Got Here” by Bou?
The song “Got Here” by Bou was composed by Boubacar Barry.

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