Catchin’ Wreck

[Verse 1]
Repping Brooklyn forever like the barclays center
Forget writing it if it ain't something they can remember
I snap back, relax on tracks
They got holes in their flows like panel caps
How real is that?
The streets ain't no place to be
As time goes on they watch you progress and plot patiently
They got some nerve
It's better to get out before the word
On the road of fame kick a traffic cone to the curb
Get on the stage and we be cockier than Dylan
I'm trying to be important like pylons
Navigating better be easy, or it might get hard
Make the wrong turn, end up on Foothill Boulevard
R.I.P. to the king, oh no to po-po's
The good ones is rare like El Pollo Loco's
In the big apple, I kick more facts than Snapple caps
Rock beats, you couldn't see the feet with them gravel rap
Back to the topic, East Coast knocking
Plug in the microphone, I kick it, knock 'em out their sockets
My OG tendencies got me overseas
Now I oversee the negativity, all I sight is cheese
Never stopping killing records untill the job is done
Rappers think they fly, guess I'm Area 51
Rude boy mental with the proper talk
'Stro got flavor, you could ask New York
You outdated, spit greatness, gold plated
Pleace, we focused on cheese, not what radio saying
Slip up and say my name, I'mma let that slide
Response from me is like backsides
Very rare, tell me where
Can find someone on my lyrical level?
Doing it big on a spiritual level
The bigger the bezzle, the bigger the gimmick
We in it to win it, it won't stop untill our dinner is finished
And we all full, its aweful

[Hook]
Heads up one time if you down to catch wreck
With the stupid fresh rhymes, everybody and their moms try to get in effect
But to the brothers on their grind, respect, respect