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Produced by Platinum Sellers Beats with IamJerrel on the hook

Mixed and Mastered by J. Lacy

Lyrics

Get It In Ya Hands

Verse:
If you can survive in this jungle that we call the earth,
Overcoming hard times and dealing with plenty hurt.
With people telling you lies and hating behind ya back,
People spitting it lame and hiding behind tracks.
Life can do you dirty when you afraid of a fight,
Giving you lonely days and even lonelier nights.
Making it difficult for you to wanna believe,
Coming with pretty smiles and something under they sleeve.
Hard as it sound baby gotta put in the work,
Cause people don’t recognize you when you ain’t first.
So rather than cry about it and rather than lie about it,
Grind until you bleed and show’em how much you bout it.

Hook:
It ain’t nothing easy bout living this life,
But ain’t nobody ever tell you it was fair.
The real movers and the shakers steady paying the price,
So they the only ones going somewhere.
Now you can cry about it baby or get on yo grind,
And make the world start calling you the man.
But until you start moving you just talking about it,
And ain’t never gonna get it in ya hands.

Verse:
Better know about them people that be watching ya back,
Cause soon as you make a move they jealous and that’s a fact.
Hating it when you come up like they can’t get it,
But when that opportunity come oh they can’t feel it.
Everybody got a portion it’s plenty to eat,
But some be tripping on you now they don’t wanna speak.
Like you should lay down and wait until they got it together.
Chalk’em up to looney toon keep a foot on the pedal.
This is not wait for the rest and do it together,
This is raw grind and hustle and down for whatever.
This is taking opportunity and breaking the bar,
This is mash past the norm and shoot for the star.

Hook:
It ain’t nothing easy bout living this life,
But ain’t nobody ever tell you it was fair.
The real movers and the shakers steady paying the price,
So they the only ones going somewhere.
Now you can cry about it baby or get on yo grind,
And make the world start calling you the man.
But until you start moving you just talking about it,
And ain’t never gonna get it in ya hands.

Verse:
You can dream about it every day killing yaself,
But bottom line dreams never placed food on the shelf.
Everything bout that action so what can you do,
Especially when the pressure, is placed on you.
That’s the separation point between a boy and a man,
Cause a man make sho that it’s put in his hand.
Ain’t no games being played when it’s time to eat,
So ain’t no head held down when it’s time to speak.
Ordinary individuals get in the line,
And let another man tell’em how to manage they time.
But when you fed up and see it ain’t nowhere else to go,
You’ll stop begging and take it and kick in the door.

Hook:
It ain’t nothing easy bout living this life,
But ain’t nobody ever tell you it was fair.
The real movers and the shakers steady paying the price,
So they the only ones going somewhere.
Now you can cry about it baby or get on yo grind,
And make the world start calling you the man.
But until you start moving you just talking about it,
And ain’t never gonna get it in ya hands. (Repeat 2x)