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