[Hook: Liam and Macie] My mama told me never to tell...A dirty old lie (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) My mama never to settle...just to get by (Just to get by, just to get by) Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times... Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.. I'm from the city where they all illegal In Haterville, Illinois where folks don't get along with people You feel me? Where niggas keep a tool on And run up on you like you was chewing ya Stride too long Selling on the same block that the school on, that's what gets me And only serve white like diners in the '60s I'm only 16, spittin' like I'm 19 And marketing all over the scene like sprite cream A little nigga be hittin' quicker than lightning And I'm on a closed roster, meaning a tight team Clean, I'm feeling the fresh I don't usually be stuntin' but honestly I am killin' the rest Yes, feeling like a big fish, swimmin' in a little pond Waiting on the industry to reel in the catch But I digress, the best of the age they regard Vic I used to skate and flip a deck like a card trick And break dance and graffiti, now I'm taking life easy While niggas pulling the strings like guitar picks Cause I'm spittin' them type of bars that a star spits So I'm gettin' that type of shine that a star gets And all my homies know the name of the game I still play 'em like food fights, aim at a stain And that's forever
[Liam and Macie] Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times... Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)
[Verse 2: Vic Mensa] My city living in cold winters and hotter summers Where the fiends get a fix for the pipe without the plumbers And in the heat niggas don't be fighting without the thumpers I'm silent striking, it's like lightning without the thunder Now I'm flippin' over these bars like a high jumper And keeping my vision on the stars, tryna rise under No time for slumber We got Gs, little guys in runners Who moving soft white and pushin' H2 like they ridin' Hummers I know good guys who done dirt to live lives in comfort And it hurts, but kids die when guns burst So in the city, pull the pump first If not, get blasted, locked in a casket, tucked shirt For what it's worth like a market price Most of these niggas is just the talking type Rarely do they bark and bite But when it happens I'm finished rapping... I will strike in the dark of night In a nutshell, GET IT CRACKIN'!
[Liam and Macie] Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times... Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)
My mama told me never to tell...A dirty old lie (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) My mama never to settle...just to get by (Just to get by, just to get by) Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times... Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) Ohhh, cause we're living in hard times Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by)
Dirty old lie, dirty old lie Just to get by, just to get by Dirty old lie, dirty old lie Just to get by, just to get by