Lyrics:
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah
Ayy, got so many hit's
They think I'm juicin' (Juicin')
Yes, they say I'm a problem, call up Houston
(Call up Houston)
stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is
time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being
Dizzy Gillespie mid solo, only brush my teeth for the album promo
And you can catch me on a flight delayed to FCO,(uh) say you don’t bite until you met me
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like
in the shop got em cleaning the rims
S5’n my shit aint no E in the benz
Full price when I buy aint no needing to rent
All day outside I be needing
nudes for
Need a Jean jacket yeah hit the Truey store
If I got Louis V what the Gucci for
I'm a Cali kid, catch me chillin On the shore
Niggas Hatin on me
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all
but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept
need a second to catch up
Dax is on a tear
And they're lookin' for backup
Semi-automatic, and I hit like a Mack truck
Breathe, huh huh, huh huh
And I
nigga, can't even open a jar
That bitch sucked my
Run down on that nigga, catch 'em
That lil boy shirt red
Not talkin' bout ketchup
Nigga you poor go get
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y'all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin' me
I
made all of my dreams come true
I toured the world, made platinum albums and I still stayed true
It's so much to catch up on now as I think out loud
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
Probably wish a nigga fall off
I like how I can hit you last minute and you changin' your travel
Niggas see me on the TV, hatin', changin' they channel
OG OG
Man I feel just like a vet first year in the league
Imma R double O to the K-I-E
But I'm still ballin out like an M-V-P (Sheesh)
Gotta question
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
chop at yo' ass
I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass
Call the coppers to catch me
where the party's at
It's uptown in the Boogie Down so don't sleep
On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep
Dres --
Be the be -be , L-L-L, L-A-see-K
S-H,
The frustration is real because I'm so tired of trying to catch up to all the progress
I should have made by now
I learn something new everyday
And with every new
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
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