🔥 FULL RAP SONG — “GET IT DONE” (Trap/Hip-Hop)
(Your style, tight rhymes, hard flow, street imagery, refined but still gritty)
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🎵 INTRO
Yeah…
Concrete heat…
Mind in the clouds, but feet in the gutter…
Let’s go…
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🎵 VERSE 1
Heat on the street,
My feet on heat,
Not how I dreamed it, but a man gotta eat.
Lost in the crowd, but my mind drift deep,
Staring at the sky tryna find lost peace.
Thinking ’bout the corners, cold nights, hard packs,
How to move smart while avoiding the callbacks.
Crack in the city got the whole block wired,
Cops in the shadows like they never get tired.
Paranoid heart with a Glock on tuck,
’Cause trusting anybody round here? Good luck.
24/7 where the dope boys flock,
Same story different name on the same damn block.
I know it’s wrong but I’m caught in the spin,
This life got claws, once you’re in, you’re in.
Tryna stay alive, that’s the world that I’m in,
But every night I pray for a cleaner win.
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🎵 HOOK / CHORUS
If I don’t get it done, somebody will do it anyway,
That’s the mantra in my head when I grind every day.
Tryna rise but the streets always pulling me astray,
But I walk forward even when the sky turning grey.
If I don’t get it done, somebody will do it anyway,
Cold world—gotta move smart, gotta find my own way.
Tryna make it out but the past always wants me to stay,
But I keep hustling ’cause tomorrow might flip the play.
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🎵 VERSE 2
Born to trap? Nah—born to survive,
But the hood wrote stories on the pages of my life.
Got my hand on my strap in the city of knives,
’Cause a slow heartbeat might be the end of your drive.
Won’t trigger anybody but don’t push me there,
’Cause fear don’t rule me—I've danced with despair.
Seen too many fold when the pressure too heavy,
Seen too many go ghost when the block get deadly.
Dreams buried deep under concrete tears,
But I still chase hope even after the fear.
If pain had a price, bro I paid all year,
But the hunger in my soul make my vision stay clear.
Tryna flip fate like I’m flipping this cash,
Tryna outrun time like a car with no dash.
Tryna stay alive with my foot on the gas,
’Cause the streets don’t love you—they just watch you pass.
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🎵 HOOK / CHORUS (repeat)
If I don’t get it done, somebody will do it anyway,
That’s the mantra in my head when I grind every day.
Tryna rise but the streets always pulling me astray,
But I walk forward even when the sky turning grey.
If I don’t get it done, somebody will do it anyway,
Cold world—gotta move smart, gotta find my own way.
Tryna make it out but the past always wants me to stay,
But I keep hustling ’cause tomorrow might flip the play.
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🎵 OUTRO
Heat on the street…
Mind in the clouds but my scars run deep.
Still fighting for a day when my soul can sleep,
Till then—I'm grinding, surviving, breathing the beat.
