Go Getter

(Uh, yuh, Cat) (I am a what?) I am a go getter They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November Who the f*ck is he shoving? Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum Tell her she should know better What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days All over a hoe never could be me I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes Been running to my goals and no one's playing D So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze Don't rap bout murder scenes So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?" Like all of the comments you see under Rap It don't matter I'll still be on the fucking map Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta fuckin blast Boutta empty my whole fuckin mag I said I'd perform and I fuckin did it One day I'll be touring and selling tickets While they all getting poorer all for an image It's just not clicking so I hit up Krabs He told me the secret to not going broke is to not spend a bag on a bitch or pants And to not get addicted to shitty xans That's a different path And it ain't for me We don't need a Juice or another Peep There's too many fallen in my city So if fame was calling I'd mute the ringing Cause I just don't want a bullet in me Soon as you're winning man they all turn into Bugsy Killing and running Shit isn't funny But imma keep coming And you better trust me cause I am a go getter They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November Who the f*ck is he shoving? Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum Tell her she should know better What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days All over a hoe never could be me I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes Been running to my goals and no one's playing D So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze Don't rap bout murder scenes So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?" Like all of the comments you see under Rap It don't matter I'll still be on the fucking map Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta fuckin blast Boutta empty my whole fuckin mag