Catch Up (feat. KIN)

I picture myself with a milli so often
That you would think that I'm photogenic
This is a one of a kind the garment I'm wearing
I promise this sh*t ain't generic
I'm a king in the mind and it run in my blood
It ain't my fault this shit is genetic
I like a chick who can hussle who get what she want
If she want it then she go and get it
Anything lesser than that i ain't with it
I'm never picky, I'm never specific
But know if I did it that shit is terrific
I'm in a Toyota I'm pushing it's limits
With my dawggy dawg
We want the bag gonna run it up
Ima at the gate n*gga hurry
I'm all about getting my money up
And I don't about youuuu
I don't like no f*ck sh*t so I always come off as rude
Get money, f*ck a b*tch, I swear those my only moods
And ordering in and getting some food
If she not cooking I'm cooking the food
We eating pasta whip up the mince
One big plate and you know that I'm good
Skinny nigga big appetite
She petite with some booty then she my type
Slim thick that's what she like
Her kucci like me and her cause we tight
She playing with my hair, with my dreads
You might get switched off if you playing with the feds

Ouu she got her *ss up
Ouu I got my cash my up
Ouu l just hopped into the whip and took off like NASA
I'm taking opportunities never let them pass up
Who wanna make some money you know I got my hand up
I was with my dawg tryna get my racks up
Headed to the top you know they tryna pass us
Ouu that doesn't matter
Ouu that doesn't add up
No one gon beat us you gotta join us just to catchup

I proceed with intelligence with my n*ggas
Im moving with elegance with my n*ggas
I don't leave no evidence with a killin
I leave all these n*ggas dead for a living Yea
I'm goin through a phase on my ace livin fast
Don't chase I replace
Had to leave em in the past
Overcompensating for some sh*t I thought I lacked
Life got no rehearsal b*tch don't tell me how to act
Had to love myself again
Cause that's the sh*t that last
Sh*t
N*gga facts
I throw my face in the cake
No debates
No mistakes I'm pacing myself
How many takes do it take
Nobody give you a chance that some sh*t you gotta take
I can't rest my eyes
Ain't no surprise I'm not a saint
F*ck it I'm better off late
As long I make it there
Bloodline stacked with greats yea
F*ck it just call it my fate yea
Sh*t been goin up lately
Bag gotta run it up plenty
Place gotta f*ck it up plenty
Bitches that I gotta f*ck, plenty
F*ck it up f*ck it up plenty

Ouu she got her *ss up
Ouu I got my cash my up
Ou l just hopped into the whip and took off like NASA
I'm taking opportunities never let them pass up
Who wanna make some money you know I got my hand up
I was with my dawg tryna get my racks up
Headed to the top you know they tryna pass us
Ouu that doesn't matter
Ouu that doesn't add up
No one gon beat us you gotta join us just to catch up