A. Nayaka - Getting There lyrics

Drop top with wind soaking up the ride
Light another spliff, cause I'm feeling fine
Writing all these music you would
Think that I'm Mariah
Telling all my stories out
That's how i survived
Inspiration from the Gods
Hella faded from that draw
If you think that i would fall
Then you're hella wrong
What's a you to a me
When i catch you in the streets
Then I'll make you eat concrete
So stop it, just drop it
Don't make me come and stunt here
A student of the game turned
Teacher in a year
Fame and fortune will always change positions
If you never thinking positive then you
Will always be an opposition
It's just like what I'm rapping 'bout
What's inside of my mind
Sick of this drug called love
But that one's for another time
This ain't the time, nor the place
Can you please fuckin' wait
Pick a day and a date
Anytime, but this time, and
My mind is behind
All these bullshit and lies
Now how am I supposed to compensate
To another one of your songs
While I smoke out of a bong, feeling good
Feeling bad
All these mixed feelings are wrong

Rhythm of the beat got you
Checkin' for the sound
MC spit, got you checkin' up my cloud
Chill with the vibe cause it's always polite
Girl come one over, get your ass by my side
Everybody thinkin' that they wanna
Go and make it what you call real shit is
Still lower than fake shit
And with this shit, i mesh it, i
Mess it, digress it, confess it, forget it
But really, i did it i keep it 100
I made my own mixtape 'bout last summer
Sleepless Knights, under neon lights
Seamless fights, over peaceful fights
So they they find their own way
Another music, in the same damn day
Workin' so hard, and I be ballin' so hard
Get the feel from my heart
I grab the mic and I start
I be gone when you see me
I disappear like Houdini
Superpowers they be my rhymes, never doubt it
Open your mind so check it, finesse it
Let's get it to the level
Of the greatest ever, never go and drop it
You got it? But listen, I'm serious
Better go and pour some syrup
Better go and pour some syrup
'till your fuckin' head hurt
('till your fuckin' head hurt
Better go on pour some syrup
'till your head hurt)

I keep a bunch of thinking that
I never wanna keep em i'm on another level
Bitch you better b-believe me
Keep the soul socked, with the boombox hot
Wristwatch clocks, neither on the same dot
My mind is so wary
So I'll be going to places
My flow is so heavy
You can't even trace this
So let my rhyme some more time
Cause it's good for your mind
If you know what I'm saying then
Put your hands up high!
If the song feels so wrong
Then go back to where you're from
This another kind of fun
That you'll never understand
Bring some heat, spark the flame
I don't care whatever you do
Cause I'm Getting There