Keep Gettin' It Lyrics by E.s.g.

Keep Gettin' It

[talking:]Brand new, E.S.G."Keep Getting It", g'eeeeeah[Hook:]Keep getting it maynBoy don't stop, till you reach the topBoy don't stop, unless your block get hotBoy don't stop until you stack a fat knot, know what I'm tal'n boutHaving ice in your mouth, [know what I'm tal'n bout]Big ol' wheels poking out, [know what I'm tal'n bout]Do-do to purpled out, [know what I'm tal'n bout]We must be talking bout the South, [know what I'm tal'n bout][E.S.G.:]Keep getting it mayn, stacking your breadI know you heard, what Kanye West saidG'eah, President don't careSee my cousin from New Orleans, he grew up on welfareSo he couldn't evacuate, hurricane did him badLost his grandma his pad, all the cash he had stashedBut uh keep getting it, my cousin he was with thatGot his two G's from Red Cross, then turned around and flipped thatI could make a mill with no deal, say thug that's for realDon't believe us down here, peep the grill peep the grillNot the one on my Lac, but the one in my mouth
A lot of bosses in the game, but there's a new one down South g'eah[Hook][E.S.G.:]Keep getting it mayn, stacking your do'If you split flows, then hit the road and do a showBut if you can find, to the block a ghettoGo ahead and make it snow, on the low g'eahKeep getting it mayn, if you don't rapGot some homies on the block, get they money in the trapsStay stacking cheese, staying away from them ratsI guess its safe to say, the jealous ones got me strappedATL where ya at, H-Town where ya atThe new capital of rap, from the bottom of the mapIn my two do' beamer, clothes fresh from the cleanersThe Coast got money but it ain't come from FEMA, we getting it mayn[Hook][E.S.G.:]Keep getting it mayn, stacking dividendsBuy you a house, before you buy a new BenzNow-a-day's, you know its quick to lose friendsEspecially, when you got a lot of endsHalogen blue lens, shining down the boulevardThese rappers say they hard, they need extra bodyguardsWhen times get hard, bring out the best in meNever
ever let these A&R's, control my destinyPitbull pedigree, last of a dying breedI'm sick of paying taxes, that I never get to seeYep its M-O-B, yep its M.O.E.Money Over Everything, except the G-O-DYou know it's E.S.G., don't claim no B's or C'sBut see I'm A, double F-I-L-I-A-T-E-DAffiliated they hate it, all upset cause we made itAll my life been degraded, now my cash elevated cause I'm getting it[Hook][talking:]Brand new, E.S.G."Keep Getting It", g'eeeeeah, g'eeeeah