Catch on Yet (feat. Trav)

20K dice game, my ass bet my bet

**** ain't catch on yet

I told Papi, all of the keys and I'm far in the V

I ain't pay that shit back yet

I gave grandma the rent money just for the rent

Eviction notice ain't come yet

All that grinding you did, all that money you spent

These **** ain't catch on yet

Don't ask me no questions 'bout my political views

You know I'm out here making all these invisible moves

It's hard to make a profit off these residual dues

I'm tryna get my credit just like them Hasidic Jews

A part of me is left with every bitch that I screw

A part of me has no respect, they say this **** is rude

I'm smart but where I'm from, God don't pity no fools

When I was young in high school, we had to dribble to school

With no cord involved, thoughts of a Porsche involved

Fast life, **** if you slip you get you throat revolved

Plus the fact that, I was young when he rang me to the crack trap

Down off a bottle, I bring the money from the backpack

Buxom's in the house, I'm putting guns up in the backpack

Damn, I hate to backtrack

All them horror stories, we got modern stories

Man, the Carter wasn't real, I'll tel you Harlem stories

Yeah, ran off on the plug twice, robbed 'em three times

If you ask that ****, if he love life

20K dice game, my ass bet my bet

**** ain't catch on yet

I told Papi, all of the keys and I'm far in the V

I ain't pay that shit back yet

I gave grandma the rent money just for the rent

Eviction notice ain't come yet

All that grinding you did, all that money you spent

These **** ain't catch on yet

(You think a gun makes you a tough guy?)

(Let me tell you something)

(I seen more guys with guns wet the bed than anything)

(It's when the other guy has a gun and he pulls his out)

(And then we see who the real tough guy is)