Get It Together

[Verse 1: Miles Minnick]
Nah
Let’s get straight to it 
If they want to take it there
Let’s do it
I ain’t finna go out stupid 
They was trying to block me out 
I was down for the count 
And they tried to stomp me out
Cause they know what we about 
Now they walk around frantic 
Didn’t see this coming 
So they’re looking for the answers 
Depending on his plan
Til there’s nothing left in me 
God got them Cali boys popping 
Welcome to the West Indies

[Verse 2: Miles Minnick]
Let’s get it straight 
A lot of these rappers out here fake 
Heard you got something to say
Ain’t gone say it to my face 
Really walking out my faith 
Really passing up my plate 
When I’m fasting and I pray 
Really asking for his grace 
Think I’m doing this for money 
Bruh they really got me bent 
Why they steady coming for me 
Acting like I wasn’t sent 
If you deny His hand is on me 
Better shut up and repent 
We ain’t seen nothing like this 
Since the early 116




[Verse 3: Miles Minnick]
Aye where Miles at?
Standing on business 
Stepping on that label contract 
About to shut the building down 
Like we received a bomb threat 
Waking up the Industry 
And we ain’t even popped yet
Altar call at sold out shows
It’s a God flex

[Verse 4: Miles Minnick]
Jon, what we about to do to em?
I was begging for a feature
So I flew to em
Now I’m only chasing God 
I’m acting brand new to em
In reality 
Ain’t nothing left to prove to em

[Pre-Chorus: Miles Minnick]
God told me go skee skrrt what’s hannin!?
Change the game on em as a knee jerk reaction 
You only use the scriptures for a decent caption
Ima tell em quick, bout what needs to happen 

[Chorus: Miles Minnick]
Get it together 
Get it together 
Get it together 
Get it together 
Get it together 
Get it together? 
Get it together 
Get it together 



[Verse 5: Jon Keith]
Look get em up
Get em up 
Just a couple outlaws
Imma hit em up
It’s never been about yall
Imma send em up
They want to kick us out yall
Like the rent is up 
Up!
Up!
Say what's in your cup?
It's getting played out yall
You ain't had enough?
You aint a beast gaston
Yeah we see you punk
You think with all that cap-com 
You could box with us?
Flex! 
Show you how to flex
Three points on the dub
Trinity is on the west
I can't pretend He didn't bless
They checkin for me like chess
I gotta tell Dj Hed
I think Daygo’s up next
I think I made a mess baby
I gotta confess baby
Give to much shine to rappers I should not address baby
Yall hop online 
And get to cryin about some texts baby
I be with my wife 
Tryna practice for the next baby
Get it together huh
Get it together huh
Playin with God?
It aint your fault
Don't know no better huh?
If Miles light, imma be salt
It’s tasting better huh
I'm sick of eatin rappers alive
I’m gettin fed up huh
Wait hold on 
Let em up 
Think someone set em up
Devil been playin with your lives
Aint know you met him huh
If you want to learn to body rulers
You gotta measure up
It’s west indies 
We outside 
Come and get with us
Just get with us

[Outro: Jon Keith]
West, west, west, west 
West, west, west, west 
West 
West
West