Catahoula Cur (Elevator)

I've been chilling with my catahoula cur
Who are you? Yet to get a clue of the fuck you were
I knew kinda soon that I would get what I have earned
True, it's true;
I'd know your name if you were putting in the work

That's it, that's it
This heavy traffic is
No place for plastic
Won't burn to ashes
Go home and practice
Don't live on that mattress
Dont forget your passion
Ask all them questions
I've a confession
No blessings for me
Never the less, I will stay on my feet
I'll be real, I've been home all week
I lock the studio door, ignore my phone
In my zone all week
I'm just trying to have my rent paid, fuck it if the bills late. Least we have somewhere that we can stay
I've made a few mistakes, just in the past couple days. Im only human, I don't make some crazy claims
If I were picture perfect, I would have a better frame
If I were picture perfect, I'd have something more to say
If I were picture perfect, I'd have less people in the way
If I were picture perfect, shit, just picture perfect. Ay

I've been chilling with my catahoula cur
Who are you? Yet to get a clue of the fuck you were
I knew kinda soon that I would get what I have earned
True, it's true;
I'd know your name if you were putting in the work

I'm amazed to say the least
I keep it on and on, repeat
I got it all, I make the call, my people putting me on speaker
I'm an athlete, but keep my class, keep me off the bleachers
I'm an ass, got my office pass, teaching some my teachers
I've been broke, never going back, never coming last
See, the past will stay in the past, the future's looking sweeter
But for you, I'm just being crass, I've seen nothing bleaker
I'm a chemist, took step inside the lab at like 11
I'm a semi, if I take a shot, I'll see you up in heaven
Weighted heavy on my heart, I've had my dreams for this since 7
It were really probably earlier, no way I could remember

I'll get you higher, I mean hella faded
Call this shit my elevator
Nothing like an escalator
We've no time for that
Take it back, we don't know them cats
We don't call that rap, don't put that shit on wax. I don't cut the slack, lost my track
Call me black, I got PRBLMs
I'm a deviant. I hear the gossip, it's a toss up if you're seeing me again
A lot of people talk, but not a lot will have good reason
Everybody say they got your back, I'm seeing treason