CAN YOU KEEP UP?

Yo, Junior, can you turn me up real quick? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, look Brown khakis on my torso Shirt tucked, touched up, I'm buffed up, camera moving slow mo Living in my thoughts, I'm making dope flows Niggas tryna keep up with my rhymes, like they keeping up with promos I rise like there will be no tomorrow My mind still be taking all the photos I vibe with the hair comb in my fro, though Even though I'm making all the lighting dim, hella slim, I be on the grind, like I'm at the gym How they gon' be winning? My head is spinning They said "It's getting litty in this bitch", I keep a sticky, you see me grinning? Spitting like I'm Trippie in an occupated city, and I heard there's a committee, for the itty bitty titties Have they ever even heard of the "itty bittie titties"? I don't think Sounding like some shit that's in my head, I need a drink Drinking all my thoughts away, every time I'm seeing grey F*ck what everybody say, apples keeping docs away It's all a shame, I'm hella tamed, my niggas slowly rising for the fame, I'm on the game We rocking with the Balmains and the God chains on the side I've deciphered my claims like Big Sean, "I've Decided" To stay up in my element, I'm humble in my residence I'm cool like all the presidents, I'm holding up the evidence But welcome to the precedence, it's higher than the relevance, continuing to liberate the African Americans My brothers and my sisters got my back because we family My mother always got mad at me, cause I used profanity The sanity, of living in a place with no humanity, I'm panicking, I left 300 G's up in the canopy We sipping on a Michelob, I got those bands a while ago I'm saving up those bands because I wanna go to Monaco Eenie-meenie-miney-moe, how many bars can Juno go? Depends on whatever type of flow, if you don't know, well now you know One, two, three, four, five, getting my bag, I'm feeling alive Took the Civic for a ride, I got the mandem by my side Remind me to never coincide with all the demons in my mind Let's rewind, to a memory of a nigga, back in my time Man was sitting up in math class, I was always facing the backlash These rappers always talking about how gyallies making their ass fat But I've been going on and on about this shit, let me grab a pen And if you're listening to my bars, I'm saying "Thank you, come again"