Catch Up

Got goals that I'll reach Tryna' go from a pro to a chief You'z a kitten that holds a disease The kid is a pitt that just broke off a leash Admit that you know that I'm over unique You chickens don't wanna have no kind of beef Shit's so dope call it coke on a beat 'Lyst on this can you go kinda deep? Show that your flow has a soul when it speaks Bitch feel the kicks from the soles of my feet Diss on this flow you can choke on a D Cuz' the shit that I spit is so over you weaks Medicine blown as I roam overseas Let a bitch know I don't go underneath Step in this moment to let it be known that I'll shred an opponent who want it with me Spazzing he always seems grinnin' And his G's screaming "We Winnin" If you have a dream then believe in it Cause it could happen at any minute I fought for my art just to land respect Balls to the wall could you stand to step? To this hard earned passionate path of stress Watching your art not manifest Thoughts make you start feeling mad depressed It starts to get hard just to catch a breath When you fall through the darkest and massive depths Students in Harvard can't pass this test But this year I'm a new dude This here be that new new Made it crystal clear what I do to These studios that I move through It's, true true that my words are literal I don't claim I'm a killa' but I murder syllables I don't turn for my burner my words are killable Why you claiming that you ballin' when you earn a minimal? I'm a, real dude but you birds are pitiful Claiming that you run the city now you turned a criminal? Claiming you was livin' gritty but you birds are typical I can roll up on your biggest homie turn him critical I'ma, hold back on my sinning to just slit him I'd rather do it like a menace with a pen to offend um' I got the rhythm within him and if he grins I'mma get um' I bet you never seen nobody spit it sick as my venom And I'm a, real brotha' that promoted his own name I'm no lame never see me fucking wit' no chain I'm dope mayn' you would think I'm fuckin' with cocaine There's no pain see me leave a brotha with no brain Make music that'll cater to the felons The one's cravin' just to put a crater through your melon Say you're gettin' paper but you earned your wager telling It's amazin' how these fakers even sellin' Sitting in my chamber feeling angered while I'm vaporizer smellin' High as hell and it just feels like I'm propelling Yelling at a preacher never that but I've been preaching what I'm yelling I'm that teacher that will beat you till your features ain't appealin' (I) listen through the drama, Mr. New Obama So much money that they call my bank the institute of commas A hit or two of ganja, got me in the mood to wanna, rhyme the sickest lines Strong enough to victimize ya momma Hypnotized by the way I spit the rhymes I'ma, grip a 9 with a k just in my honor You ain't never heard a rapper say the rhymes finer I'm flyer than the wings on the side of a side winder