Caught Up (Prod. Syndrome)

I got a suit I got a suit I got a suit I got a suit, what? I got a suit and it fits me I got some weed and it hit me I got 1000 kilograms in my house, Whitney (Uh) Going to Sydney I got my girl with me We got this game called Tikkertje If you tap someone you say Tikkie (Uh) Tick, tick, tick, tock, clock I got a nit-ty stopwatch You gotta fix these things up, nah You got an STD? tough luck I label you irrelevant You got a brain impediment You're the opposite of intelligent Plain stupid, blame cupid He put your parents together, foolish You got a problem? sue me I'll divorce you like Ross, Clooney That was a little hard But as you all know he just played the part And in the end, got an Emmy award Or 2, now let me depart From that topic, I'm mocking Everybody I'm toxic You a pimp, but you also top bitch Mind running crazy, I lost it I caught up I'm balling all day Because I caught up (what? who knows; ha!) Now it's really over Just found a 4 leaf clover All this skill, combined with luck My cup be overflowing I don't know where I'm going My skill is ever growing All dayy, do this at night And in the morning Without a single warning I just started falling And you better stay up, 'cuz if you want it or not Back to the top I'm crawling I only spit raw shit They call me the bar king Life is a game, they say You should be uninstalling Your life is pretty dull Let me put a bullet through your skull Supposed to act like an adult But that doesn't get my any results I'd rather, be happy Let's gather in the abbey Chill with the monks, call up sponge And get me a crabby patty And if I'm not allowed I'll just be watching clouds And if I ever get some clout I ask the crowd, now: Sing it loud Made mama proud Chasing your dreams Is what it's all about I caught up I'm balling all day Because I caught up I'm the first to admit I'm not sure about shit You're concerned I got burned But I turned into this I done learned me some things I prefer a good hit It's confirmed, I yearn To earn me some clicks I'm firm and I'm quick You got served as a dish Well deserved, the world Has burdened me this I'm a bird and I shit On you nerds and your kids As you heard, she's curved And she purrs as a kitten Now fucking listen It makes me fucking pissed when People see Batman as fiction, it isn't In addition, I've got a proposition Let's all wear costumes And do a 'where's Rachel?' competition Where's Rachel? I caught up I'm balling all day Because I caught up