| Got goals that I’ll reach
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| Tryna' go from a pro to a chief
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| You’z a kitten that holds a disease
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| The kid is a pitt that just broke off a leash
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| Admit that you know that I’m over unique
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| You chickens don’t wanna have no kind of beef
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| Shit’s so dope call it coke on a beat
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| 'Lyst on this can you go kinda deep?
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| Show that your flow has a soul when it speaks
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| Bitch feel the kicks from the soles of my feet
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| Diss on this flow you can choke on a D
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| Cause' the shit that I spit is so over you weaks
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| Medicine blown as I roam overseas
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| Let a bitch know I don’t go underneath
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| Step in this moment to let it be known that I’ll shred an opponent who want it
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| with me
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| Spazzing he always seems grinnin'
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| And his G’s screaming «We Winnin»
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| If you have a dream then believe in it
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| Cause it could happen at any minute
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| I fought for my art just to land respect
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| Balls to the wall could you stand to step?
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| To this hard earned passionate path of stress
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| Watching your art not manifest
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| Thoughts make you start feeling mad depressed
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| It starts to get hard just to catch a breath
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| When you fall through the darkest and massive depths
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| Students in Harvard can’t pass this test
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| But this year I’m a new dude
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| This here be that new new
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| Made it crystal clear what I do to
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| These studios that I move through
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| It’s, true true that my words are literal
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| I don’t claim I’m a killa' but I murder syllables
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| I don’t turn for my burner my words are killable
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| Why you claiming that you ballin' when you earn a minimal?
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| I’m a, real dude but you birds are pitiful
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| Claiming that you run the city now you turned a criminal?
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| Claiming you was livin' gritty but you birds are typical
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| I can roll up on your biggest homie turn him critical
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| I’ma, hold back on my sinning to just slit him
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| I’d rather do it like a menace with a pen to offend um'
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| I got the rhythm within him and if he grins I’mma get um'
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| I bet you never seen nobody spit it sick as my venom
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| And I’m a, real brotha' that promoted his own name
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| I’m no lame never see me fucking with' no chain
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| I’m dope mayn' you would think I’m fuckin' with cocaine
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| There’s no pain see me leave a brotha with no brain
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| Make music that’ll cater to the felons
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| The one’s cravin' just to put a crater through your melon
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| Say you’re gettin' paper but you earned your wager telling
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| It’s amazin' how these fakers even sellin'
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| Sitting in my chamber feeling angered while I’m vaporizer smellin'
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| High as hell and it just feels like I’m propelling
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| Yelling at a preacher never that but I’ve been preaching what I’m yelling
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| I’m that teacher that will beat you till your features ain’t appealin'
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| (I) listen through the drama, Mr. New Obama
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| So much money that they call my bank the institute of commas
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| A hit or two of ganja, got me in the mood to wanna, rhyme the sickest lines
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| Strong enough to victimize ya momma
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| Hypnotized by the way I spit the rhymes I’ma, grip a 9 with a k just in my honor
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| You ain’t never heard a rapper say the rhymes finer
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| I’m flyer than the wings on the side of a side winder |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch Up , by - Anilyst. Song from the album Syllable Sliding Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп