Gone (...a trace)

Pick up the pace Your mind and your time: a terrible thing to waste You be waiting on the stars to align, that's your mistake Yeah I know you said you working and trying Don't be too late, nigga Then, pick up the pace So whatchu you really want? Are you lying to your own face? Is the man in the mirror inclined to hear your case? Then up the up the ante, c'mon nigga today C'mon nigga today Chase your fucking dreams or they're gone without a trace Gone without a trace Chase your fucking dreams nigga They think I'm wrong but I'm strong, I'm built to last long I will grill for thrills forreal and act on Any impulse for mills until I pass on I could see the white light and I still will black on Any song, any feature, put me on, I will teach ya To steal your own fans, they are gone when I leave ya I'm running out of niggas to kick on like in FIFA 'Cause when they hear my shit they sing along with their speakers Or headphones or earbuds, I am on the frontier of The young niggas that spit, like clips and I don't fear guns I got 'em pumping their fists, amidst a critic's theorems Hold up, lemme get it straight: You really think you near us? Let me paint the picture: Dropped a project to crickets And then I heard the whispers Talking shit, yeah I listened Ain't bother just to bicker, got hot, headed to simmer But my mom ain't raise a quitter I was down but I picked up I'm running with a vengeance, they tell me they feel the tension I compared it to their calves, X tear it up like a tendon I deaded all that goofy, the law want me imprisoned I see why they pursue me, the bars within my sentence And now I cannot yield, put shots like track and field Can't stop until I feel, on top the pinnacle I jot my pen'll kill, hip hop you know the deal Put chalk the clock I feel, chop chop you know the deal Step lightly in my shoes, I know what it's like to lose Who else give point of views? Precisely, and I refuse To let myself sleep while everybody hit the snooze So tell me muthafucka, remind me, what's your excuse? Then, pick up the pace So whatchu you really want? Are you lying to your own face? Is the man in the mirror inclined to hear your case? Then up the up the ante, c'mon nigga today C'mon nigga today Chase your fucking dreams or they're gone without a trace Gone without a trace Chase your fucking dreams nigga