Catalog ID: 239473   Duration: 3:58   Tempo: Med Fast   BPM: 146   Vocal: N/A
Genre: Hip Hop Music | Rap (pending categorization)
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Long Description: Is Ya Wit Me, Hip Hop Music, Rap, pending, film music, flash music loops and commercial music

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1 st Verse: 
Is ya wit me, some times I be wishing you come and get me, take from my mother earth, I hate it when she hit me. 
Smack me with an inch of my life, making me dizzy,Then she leave me with evil and temptation to babysit me. 
When I know that she dispise, all that greed and lies, let your forgotten seed bleed, so I didn't have to die. 
How did I reply, take the hand of momma's new man, they got together when you kicked him out your heavenly land. 
And mom ain't never been the same since, when he came the game flip, it's like we all forgot what your name ment. 
Trying to make since, I straddle the fence, I want to Love you both, but I know you ain't having it, 
I'm grabbing lint out my pockets, cause my cash flows spent, carry burdens on a daily that would smash most men. 
I'm not boasting, when I'm struggling to see them fat cats coasting, on weed and crack, 
Smoke and keep crack jokes while your people choke, I just hope like every blackman, for pockets fat man. 
Can I live comfortable like that man, slinging that crackman, I'm sick of that, another backhand smack from mommy dearest. 
Can you atleast speak up cause when you talk I barely hear it, and when I do, I'm not even sure if it's you, 
I guess I'll have a clue, if I called you more than I do, and I know it's true, when you tell me you're coming back. 
Cause I already slid back into the mulk and the mia, lost the fight with desire, can't help myself. 
So I gotta look for help higher, can't expire, feel the fire close it burning my clothes, trying to struggle to the top, 
The devils holding my clothes, I suppose, I should be greatful for the chance to get right, but I'm struggle with momma's man. 
And I'm losing your fight, you say you're coming like a thief in the night, just don't forget me, do me one favor Lord, tell me that you're with me. 

Is ya wit me! 
I can't take it here no more! 
Is ya wit me Lord than come and get me Lord. 

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