Did You Get It

First name Scott, last name Mescudi
I will say it now so you
All can say it properly
Even for awhile lotta people
Stayed mocking me then I went GOOD cause of
'ye now they jocking me
I have the same sound, same old fire
Same lion heart and I stayed smoking sour
Every single minute now, gotta say an hour
I feel I am cross of
John Lennon and my father
I remember when I finally left Cleveland
Being cool, it wasn't the only reason
My heart had urges, the feelings
Something special you could feel
Up in the evening
When the moons full and the drink is poured
And most of the real pretty girls are whores
Now I gotta say get the fuck outta here
I don't know you no, you can't chill in here
Na na na na yeah yeah yeah
Now do you, do you, do you
Do you get it, get it na na na na
Whoa na na now
Do you, do you, do you do you get it, get it

My last name Mescudi, first name Scott
I was the kid you knew who liked
To joke and clown a lot
But when I went home school work to the side
I'mma go and study how to
Finish up these rhymes
Maybe hit a kidney and my
Family hit the grind
Before I feel I'll never ever
Find my own mind
Losing my pops really fucked me up
At that time in my mind I
Thought my luck was up
Its mostly cause I never got
To show what I dream
I guess it's cause I never had
The time to let it show
But now I got an op im
Bout to give to the public
I know he lookin' down
I know he gotta love it ohio got a spokesman

They wanna know if I really smoke
Come on fam
Are you lookin at these black lips?
All the time im flatlined stoned bitch
Na na na na yea yea yea
Now do you, do you, do you
Do you get it, get it

Na na na na whoa na na
Now do you, do you, do you
Do you get it (Yea) , get it

I'm scott mescudi
Never let the sucker motha' fuckers
Get the best of me goin back to Cleveland
Dap and pound her is my? Stand up nigga
When people hate on Cleveland
I stand up nigga wOW in my APC
AA get the best plain tees
When I head to the grammys
I might dress tacky
Cause all the people care about
Is what im wearing in the bag it should be
About the sweet fuckin album
Lets talk about the fact you
Want a sweet fuckin album
Some talk shit makin' videos and jokin
Now your all fans of my
Shaft think I stroke em
I told you, I was not playin'
From here on believe the words that im sayin'
But know I won't lead you astray
Just take heed to the words that I say
Na na na na yea yea yea
Now do you, do you, do you
Do you get it, get it na na na na
Whoa na na now
Do you, do you, do you do you get it, get it