(Get your shit together, get your shit together)
(Get your shit together, yeah) yup

Two -four-seven (ah), three-six-five (ah)
I ain't done living, I'ma need more time (yeah)
My G's don't dance, but they still might slide
I could make an exhibit like it's Pimp My-
Wear out my own name like it's Sean John (plane)
But this cashmere, they ain't got these on (mean)
If they sleepin' on the kid, I tell 'em, "Dream on" (what else?)
I came dressed for a brand new season (what else?)
I get Prada for when I'm proud of me
Tell the demons, "Get off of me"
All I can give is honesty, all I could give is me
Plan A better work, I don't ever plan B
If live still a beach, she ain't never sandy (uh-huh)
Wait, ah, switch it, ah
Had a couple products, gotta flip it
Fuck a chef, can a brotha get a witness? (Get a witness)
And a couple G Wagons for my- aha, ha, ha
Had to take a little second, let me breathe it in
Dodgin' drama, got me movin' like I'm Lil' Kim (yup)
Now I got more than a lot, I need the little things
We just heatin' up, so why you simmerin'? (You better-)

Get your shit together, get your shit together
Get your shit together, together, ooh
Get your shit together 'cause you don't really have forever
Get your shit together (uh)

How di K-O-J from the H-O-X
Make a yellow brick road in the L-D-N?
Now my story ring bells, even I did attempts
Just tryna stay afloat, but I sink off
Now they had a lot to say, now they can't say pim
In the warzone, didn't pack no STEN
I was bettin' on me when my chance is slim
Carved my name in a stone and flint
Pop champagne and the glasses clink
It's a hard-knock life when the walls cave in
The trains look gray, but I'm done slavin'
If they wanna write a cord, they gon' have to pay him
Been here many moons, seen many faces
Seen many come and go, not many changes
Had them take good notes down, down, pages
In the case somebody don't sing praises

Get your shit together, get your shit together
Get your shit together, together, ooh
Get your shit together 'cause you don't really have forever
Get your shit together

Well, alright
I'm getting down in 3D, baby
We have returned
And I need everybody to get up
You spend your whole life waiting for the storm
You might never see the sun shine
Shake it up, ah

Who isn't, who you? (Me, yeah)
Hahaha, sorry
It was-, it was hard
Especially when you was in school
All-, anytime I go for parents evening
I have to prepare myself for what the teachers will say about you

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Writer(s): Ayanna Christie Brown, Cameron Palmer, Kwadwo Amponsah, Kwame Kwei Armah, Mbongo Emmavie Adeteju, Michael Stafford