Fred E.T. - Somethin' Gone Have 2 Give

{HOOK: Fred E.T.}
I done had it up to here, so..
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
I ain’t sleepin under Earth with some bills so-
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Plan B never made for the kid so-
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Not gonna be in the same place by next year so-
Somеthin Gonna Have to Give
Somethin Gonna Havе to Give
Somethin Gonna Have to Give
Aye

Where the point everything went wrong??
Missed an exit
Attempting at driving the point but ain't bringin no traffic, so back to the metronome
Tappin in
Smartphone, no Nokia, negus turn to Pinocchio
Pull strings, i was gettin my harp on
Cheffin it up, i was Raekwon
Why she grillin my homies when they come?
I been stayin solo in the basement
Down in the dungeon, i was an outkast to my family
Dré Benjamin and Twan!
Patented the style, now negus is out of reach, and they cannot get they hands on
Wasn't makin a splash, or bringin in cash, or bringing in green i just needed a Draymond
Only time i ever come in 2nd is the moment i start second guessin myself
I ain't thinkin that it's sweet, i gotta eat, suggest you go and play with somebody else
Shorty said they sleepin on me, how ironic
Prolly me puttin the doubters to rest
Undercover, they don't know they felt
Already hard enough being themself

{Punch in} On the real tho

{HOOK}

{Verse 2: Fred E.T.}
Can't let it go by
I made up my mind
I can't let it die now
So i sit in the fire
Ain’t gettin no younger
My temple just tumbled down
And i am Still ain't in my prime
Let an older head tell it
Too hard myself
One hit away from my art on yo shelf
Callin backup evacuate call out for help
Cause I'm-
Still in the cribbo i mirror descendants of Indian family tradition
U black it ain't common, a commonplace
I know negus that feel the same, they relate
All this drive, we not stoppin now for a break
I got cars i ain't drove up the interstate
I got mills i can touch, ain't no dinnerplate
If u serve me no good, then u in the way
I need to get away
So i may Ventilate
Puffin on what look like broccoli
Don't get involved with nothin that will bother me
Please don't u talk to me, if u not pourin in positive offering
How can i operate need my residual aundule, i dont know how many times i resorted to contemplate calmin myself when I'm callin on God for a come up but couldn't regurgitate

{Outro}
Some ting gone haaaaave to give up
I already know