Jim Jones, Trav - Catch on Yet lyrics
[Jim Jones, Trav - Catch on Yet lyrics]
20K dice game, I ass bet my bet
Niggas ain't catch on yet (catch on yet)
I told papi all of the keys
Then I foreign 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 niggas ain't catch on yet
Don't ask me no questions
About 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 trying to get my credit
Just like them Hasidic Jews
A part of me is left with
Every bitch that I screwed
A part of me has no respect
They say this nigga is rude i'm smart
But where I'm from God don't petty no fools
When I was young in high school
We had to dribble through school
With no court involved
Thoughts of a Porsche involved fast life
Nigga if you slip you
Get your thought revolved
Plus the fact that
I was young when they brang
Me to the crack trap
Dollar off a bottle or break the
Money from the pack pack in the house
We putting guns up in the backpack
Damn, I hate to backtrack
All them horror stories
We got marytr stories
Man, the Carter wasn't real
I'll tell you Harlem stories
Yeah, ran off on the plug twice
Robbed him three times
And we ask that nigga if he love life
20K dice game, I ass bet my bet
Niggas ain't catch on yet
I told papi all of the keys
Then I foreign 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 niggas ain't catch on yet
Niggas ain't catch on yet (catch on yet)
I told papi all of the keys
Then I foreign 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 niggas ain't catch on yet
Don't ask me no questions
About 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 trying to get my credit
Just like them Hasidic Jews
A part of me is left with
Every bitch that I screwed
A part of me has no respect
They say this nigga is rude i'm smart
But where I'm from God don't petty no fools
When I was young in high school
We had to dribble through school
With no court involved
Thoughts of a Porsche involved fast life
Nigga if you slip you
Get your thought revolved
Plus the fact that
I was young when they brang
Me to the crack trap
Dollar off a bottle or break the
Money from the pack pack in the house
We putting guns up in the backpack
Damn, I hate to backtrack
All them horror stories
We got marytr stories
Man, the Carter wasn't real
I'll tell you Harlem stories
Yeah, ran off on the plug twice
Robbed him three times
And we ask that nigga if he love life
20K dice game, I ass bet my bet
Niggas ain't catch on yet
I told papi all of the keys
Then I foreign 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 niggas ain't catch on yet