"Get By (Freestyle)" lyrics

Broke your heart's club, hunna, little wedding
Said I got all these problems, problems
No solutions to these problems, problems
My ADHD keep fucking with me and my progress
PTSD keep bringing me back to my projects
Type 1 diabetes keep my vision out of pockets
I lost my hearing trying to make it out this bitch

I come from a place where we all born to lose
A Rock Run Bodega's couldn't afford nice shoes
Shades to wipe my tears and show my pain on my tattoos
Made it out the projects, baby, but still I'm a project, baby

In these dark days, I'm just grateful for another birthday
Tryna figure out who really got me
I'm just tryna make it get by, get by

All these fake friends, they be pushing me into the deep end
No one really cares until they're all dead
So I'm just tryna make it get by, get by

Now, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Get by
Now, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Get by

Ain't looking for no one to save me
No one could really persuade me
If you ain't really fucking with me the long way
Well, baby, that's crazy

Yeah, I'm a little bit crazy
Not for everyone to love
I see blood from above
Yeah, I made it out the mud

Can't forget them days
When I was down in the subway
Singing to make it, telling everybody
I was gon' be somebody soon to

Oh, looking me down, do your regans, been charlin'
I don't need y'all if you're not praying for me
And praying on me, yeah

Yeah, yeah
All these fake friends, they keep pushing me into the deep end
No one really cares until they're all dead
Tryna make it get by, get by

Now, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Get by