Catchin Wreck Songtext
(Verse)
Repping Brooklyn forever, like the Barclay center
Forget writing it if it ain’t something they can remember
I snap back, relax on track,
They got holes in they flows like penal caps
How real is that?
The streets ain’t no place to be
As time goes on, they watch your progress and plot patiently
They got some nerve, it’s better to get out before the word on the road of fame
Kicking traffic cone to the curb
Get on the stage and we be cockier than Dilon
I’m tryina be important like pillons
Navigation, better be easy
Or it might get hard,
Make the wrong turn end up on Foothill Boulevard
RIP to the king, oh no to popo
The good ones is rare like I pull your locos
In the big apple, I kick more facts than Snapple caps
Ride beats, you couldn’t see the feet with the gravel rap
Back to the topic, east coast knocking
Pluggin the microphone, I kick and knock them out the sockets
My OG tendencies got me overseas
Now I oversee the negativity, all I sight is keys,
Never stoppin killin records until the job is done
Rappers think they fly, guess I’m area 51
Rude boy mental, with the proper talk
Stro got flavor, you can aks New York
You outdated, speak greatness, gold plated
Please, be focused on cheese, not what radio saying
Slip up to say my name, I’ma let that slide
Response for me is like backside, very rare
Tell me where, can I find somebody on my lyrical level
Do it big on the spiritual level
The bigger the bezel, the bigger the gimmick
We in it to win it and won’t stop till our diner was finished
And we all faultless, awful
(Hook x2)
Heads up, one time, if you down to catchin wreck
With the stupid fresh rhymes
Everybody and they mom tryina get in effect
But for the brothers on the grind, respect, respect
Repping Brooklyn forever, like the Barclay center
Forget writing it if it ain’t something they can remember
I snap back, relax on track,
They got holes in they flows like penal caps
How real is that?
The streets ain’t no place to be
As time goes on, they watch your progress and plot patiently
They got some nerve, it’s better to get out before the word on the road of fame
Kicking traffic cone to the curb
Get on the stage and we be cockier than Dilon
I’m tryina be important like pillons
Navigation, better be easy
Or it might get hard,
Make the wrong turn end up on Foothill Boulevard
RIP to the king, oh no to popo
The good ones is rare like I pull your locos
In the big apple, I kick more facts than Snapple caps
Ride beats, you couldn’t see the feet with the gravel rap
Back to the topic, east coast knocking
Pluggin the microphone, I kick and knock them out the sockets
My OG tendencies got me overseas
Now I oversee the negativity, all I sight is keys,
Never stoppin killin records until the job is done
Rappers think they fly, guess I’m area 51
Rude boy mental, with the proper talk
Stro got flavor, you can aks New York
You outdated, speak greatness, gold plated
Please, be focused on cheese, not what radio saying
Slip up to say my name, I’ma let that slide
Response for me is like backside, very rare
Tell me where, can I find somebody on my lyrical level
Do it big on the spiritual level
The bigger the bezel, the bigger the gimmick
We in it to win it and won’t stop till our diner was finished
And we all faultless, awful
(Hook x2)
Heads up, one time, if you down to catchin wreck
With the stupid fresh rhymes
Everybody and they mom tryina get in effect
But for the brothers on the grind, respect, respect
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