You Got Me (feat. Lawren & Xay Hill)

Bro, I've been going since '89, I appreciate that you would take the time

Always taught me I was out of line

But respect you get was when you give me mine

Thought I was jokin', I'm goin' in

Don't put me against 'em, I'm gonna win

Windy City, a Chicagoan till the death if you want it, I got it

If I'm going for the lead I'ma beat the brakes off

Of Mayweather with hands I can't shake off

I ain't bending over for nothin' that he can't cough

I'm on, givin' em hope to break the chains off

Derek needed someone to take off

Forget what they say, they hate the Xay walk

You're lookin' at the battle up ahead, I ain't lost

His word he can't coin or flip he can't toss

I doubted this for a long time, had me waitin' near the phone lines

Walk through the doors of opportunity

You always told me I should own mine

Never right or the wrong time, had me waitin' near the phone lines

Should I pick up the ring, Frodo Baggins with the phone line

First, I had to get their attention, then I had to get my respect, yeah

Long time, then can I listen, got ahead now runnin' for the neck

Switch back, home team like Bron, king

Now I gotta shoot like Kobe, got pull in ya city, my Lord

Haters wanna see me weak like it's slowin'

I'm in this to win this, it's competition

Used to want it so bad, had an intervention

I'm not hurtin' for fame or forgettin' mention

Now just whippin' the bass, you can check the kitchen

Had me trippin' all night with it, distorted vision, lost sight with it

The lord had to get right with me, broke me down and put life in me

And tell me what really what they know

I made it, I ain't got a bankroll

I go where the spirit may say go, put all my partners on payroll

You ain't even gotta rep the set, put in work till my death

I won't beg for no help, takin' shots till none left

Ooh, yeah, you got me, you got me

Yeah, I said you got me, you got me

Ooh, but I won't stop me, no stopping

I ain't stopping, no stopping, whoa

I had to run it up, hey

I had to run it up

I'm saying, ooh, yeah, you got me, you got me

Hey, yeah, you got me, you got me

Don't count for these haters who won't get a breath

Won't get a step, I'm lyin' again, seeking the enemy win

Seeing the friend of me win, yeah, yeah, yeah

I guess I need more competition, this my kind of composition

Rappers be like politicians, they lyin'

I got no pot to piss in, I'm pissed

So I go to God on my knees, don't trip

I could see a fraud with ease, I'm trippin' now, I got a triple now

Feelin' like Quentin, feelin' like quittin'

But that was last week 'fore doc in Milan

Doubt hit my line like uh, yeah

I got no time, I got no skill, I got no talent, I gotta pay the bills

They wishin' me ill, not wishin' me well

They think that I'm fail, they think that I'm frail

I could see it in their eye, jealousy is their demise, yeah

I've been up for like seven days

Drive the slums and messed up the wave

You better die to your hatin' ways, why?

'Cause I'ma bust out your legs like oh

Yeah, you got me, thought you had me, this where I begin

See I been fightin' in the trenches tryna be the man

If I was down they said I never would come up again

So I had to get the bag and show 'em who I am, whoa

I had to run it up, hey

I had to run it up

I'm saying, ooh, yeah, you got me, you got me

Hey, yeah, you got me, you got me

Whoa