The Chaser

[Intro: Eddie Adams (Mark Wahlberg)]
Have you heard the tapes? Have you even heard 'em? We're guaranteed a record deal. Our stuff is that good!

[Verse 1]
I tried to tell you that I do this shit, used to this, I've been wild since a youngster
I'm surrounded by this garbage like a child in the dumpster
If your woman likes my music you can kiss your girl goodbye
You don't want this smoke like ex-addicts who used to twirl the pipe
I'm a fire-breathing dragon out of Southern California
All my Northwest people know that I just love 'em and adore 'em
Plus, my East Coast homies, I just hope to make the dopest Hip-Hop
But now I'm old as fuck and trying to navigate through TikTok
Yo, get got like Chris Rock so criss cross or kick rocks
I pick locks, I'm pissed off like Tim Roth in Gridlock
The big dawg will lift off and click locks and spit shots
Your chick stops to lick cocks and smidged off her lip gloss
I used to always sell them CDs but shit has changed
Everybody's streaming as I see my errors slip away
But I can't complain, like fuck it, gotta adjust with the times
Cause you gotta do a lot more than just bust the dopest rhymes
I'm adjusting and be coming like a slut for views and likes
And if they're not higher numbers then I wanna end my life
Everyone can put out music now, it's oversaturated
And attention spans are shorter than virgins ejaculating
Everyone's got distribution, sponsored ads, and puts out trash
I'm not tryna stop your dreams, I just hoping my skills will last
And they all wanna go viral, mamma mia, i would hope
The only way you're going viral's gonorrhea of the throat, motherfucker

[Chorus]
Go off like they laced my weed (Go off)
And I won't stop, you can't take my seat (Won't stop)
Don't knock, you can't break my streak
And I used to chase dragons, now I chase my dreams
I'ma go off like they laced my weed (Go off)
And I won't stop, you can't take my seat (Won't stop)
Don't knock, you can't break my streak
And I used to chase dragons, now I chase my dreams
I'ma

[Verse 2]
Ya, when they listen to my music, brains are blowing out your melon
And my bass-heads murder in the trunk like scenes from out Goodfellas
Now I got an instrumental from my homie Alcapella
But my hostages got out, like what you doing out the cellar?
Get the fuck back in the basement 'fore you get the hose again
I can't wait to be on tour so I can get these hoes again
And I never can't stop rapping, I'm coming to write vengeance
Cause the pen won't let me go like I'm serving a life-sentence
But the money isn't lavish, yo, I always dream of purchases
As long as I help people I can finally see my purpose in
This unpredictable career but I can see my worth in it
Wish we could just Me Too Movement these streaming services
A union for the movies, there's no union for the music
So these people making billions while they use us and abuse us
Yo, it's probably like some labels when they doing you like Judas
And they feed you little bits of bread like doing a communion
Yo, I guess continued payment for my music isn't bad
And I gotta learn to save the music money that I have
But the holiday's are lonely when I'm by myself
I'm asking hookers if they're having Black Friday sales
It's Wildcard

[Chorus]
Go off like they laced my weed (Go off)
And I won't stop, you can't take my seat (Won't stop)
Don't knock, you can't break my streak
And I used to chase dragons, now I chase my dreams
I'ma go off like they laced my weed (Go off)
And I won't stop, you can't take my seat (Won't stop)
Don't knock, you can't break my streak
And I used to chase dragons, now I chase my dreams
I'ma

[Outro]
Imagine if you would've started rapping though, bro. Right as social media got big, you know what I mean? It's sort of like the first decade we missed a window on just spreading your name like wildfire. And now that social media's been out it's harder to get your name out there cause there's so many god damn names, right. But, man, you're just fucking a hundred percent better than every...of all these god damn rappers now dude. Every single fucking one of 'em