[Hook: Hitman]
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
[Verse 1: Hitman]
I don't care 'bout your bredrins' bredrins bringing
Dem man are destined for sinking
I do my ting myself, on a real, I
And nobody's helped cause I feel like a misfit
I should be a bigger MC than I am
But I'm true to my word so I don't wanna arse-lick
Ten years in this grime ting, I've been grafting
You could never say I ain't active
I'll take it old school like Raskit, not been a filler, might jack shit
Never been a spitter that chats shit
Bare man are with it, no ratchet
I ain't really part of this get along gang
Cause I've seen for myself, bare man move plastic
You could be the shittest MC, man gassed it
Wasn't for my family, I'd do something drastic
Like pull a 45 in your face, then blast it, bang
[Hook: Hitman]
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
[Verse 2: Big Zuu]
Bun a get along gang, I ain't tryna be friendly, no
Dem man are five-a-side pitches
I'm coming like Wembley
Dem man wanna be besties
Fake dons coming like a flat yat
That's all of a sudden become chesty
Man are getting on racks all pesty
It's the B-I-G, I'm straight from the west, G
[Verse 3: Deadly]
If you ain't real, real, trust me, darg
You'll be thinking "what's wrong with man?"
I tell a man shut up, Dead didn't come here
To try get along with man
Man are badman, man don't bond with man
I don't care if I follow man on the 'Gram
Don't mean that I'm gonna do a song with man
I'm like a weed man, I make shit long for man
[Verse 4: Capo Lee]
Get along gang but the gang don't get along
Man can't step on the flow that I'm getting on
Big up the bruddas, trap, get it on
You know that it's straight to the cell if you get it wrong
I get dark, listen for your iPhone
Man haffi check if the brightness setting on
Man wanna know about the wave that I'm sitting on
Gyal haffi get long bang, no petting on
[Hook: Hitman]
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
[Verse 5: Grim Sickers]
About get along gang
Put the metal on man if you stepping on man
Wetting on man like Evian, man
Shut your mouth, put the telly on, man
Sicker on man till the belly gone, man
Hot in herre, going Nelly on man
Over di wall like Elephant Man
Hundred bags, kept telling 'em, man
[Verse 6: Izzie Gibbs]
'Nuff of these MCs are talking their shit
Touch one of mine, are you mad? Blud
I'll take a tour to your crib
I'll be moving more than sick
Wait, hold on a second, blaow
What's that? Corn in his wig
Holla at your bitch, that's a portion of dick
[Verse 7: Vader]
Getting along can get a bit long
Still I show 'nuff love, don't be getting it wrong
If you never do bond then you're begging it strong
Straight away, you pure and pedigree dargs
Always one with ulterior motives
I'll cross man fast, try step on one's path
Smile in your face till you turn your back
These rats, they belong in a get along gang
[Hook: Hitman & C Cane]
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
I ain't really part of this get along gang (gang)
I ain't really part of this get along gang (gang)
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam (argh)
[Verse 8: C Cane]
No to a get along gang, that's all long
Chameleons, why the handle's not on
Same occupation but don't mistake 'em for friends
If I aim, chicks are setting it on
I'll toast each bredda 'fore they're breading it on
[?] that they're getting it on
Don't force no talk, we ain't setting it off
So bun your begging, straight [?]
[Verse 9]
Get along with who? I ain't inna get along dudes
Even if you got whole leap of food that meks you a move
'Cept man stop talking
When Mez brings man in the room
These niggas be new, get shook when they see a real roadman
Or a real road dude
Gonna grip up and shoot cuh right now I'm on a mad one
Tryna get dem man slewed, no need to recruit
[Hook: Hitman]
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't really part of this get along gang
I ain't gonna pretend like we get along, fam
