(Uh, yuh, Cat)
(I am a what?)
I am a go getter
They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November
Who the f*ck is he shoving?
Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper
No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum
Tell her she should know better
What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days
All over a hoe never could be me
I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats
Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep
On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep
Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes
Been running to my goals and no one's playing D
So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze
Don't rap bout murder scenes
So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?"
Like all of the comments you see under Rap
It don't matter I'll still be on the f*cking map
Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta f*ckin blast
Boutta empty my whole f*ckin mag
I said I'd perform and I f*ckin did it
One day I'll be touring and selling tickets
While they all getting poorer all for an image
It's just not clicking so I hit up Krabs
He told me the secret to not going broke is to not spend a bag on a bitch or pants
And to not get addicted to shitty xans
That's a different path
And it ain't for me
We don't need a Juice or another Peep
There's too many fallen in my city
So if fame was calling I'd mute the ringing
Cause I just don't want a bullet in me
Soon as you're winning man they all turn into Bugsy
Killing and running
Shit isn't funny
But imma keep coming
And you better trust me cause
I am a go getter
They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November
Who the f*ck is he shoving?
Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper
No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum
Tell her she should know better
What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days
All over a hoe never could be me
I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats
Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep
On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep
Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes
Been running to my goals and no one's playing D
So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze
Don't rap bout murder scenes
So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?"
Like all of the comments you see under Rap
It don't matter I'll still be on the f*cking map
Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta f*ckin blast
Boutta empty my whole f*ckin mag
Catfish - Go Getter Lyrics
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English
(Uh, yuh, Cat)
(I am a what?)
I am a go getter
They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November
Who the f*ck is he shoving?
Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper
No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum
Tell her she should know better
What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days
All over a hoe never could be me
I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats
Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep
On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep
Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes
Been running to my goals and no one's playing D
So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze
Don't rap bout murder scenes
So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?"
Like all of the comments you see under Rap
It don't matter I'll still be on the f*cking map
Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta f*ckin blast
Boutta empty my whole f*ckin mag
I said I'd perform and I f*ckin did it
One day I'll be touring and selling tickets
While they all getting poorer all for an image
It's just not clicking so I hit up Krabs
He told me the secret to not going broke is to not spend a bag on a bitch or pants
And to not get addicted to shitty xans
That's a different path
And it ain't for me
We don't need a Juice or another Peep
There's too many fallen in my city
So if fame was calling I'd mute the ringing
Cause I just don't want a bullet in me
Soon as you're winning man they all turn into Bugsy
Killing and running
Shit isn't funny
But imma keep coming
And you better trust me cause
I am a go getter
They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November
Who the f*ck is he shoving?
Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper
No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum
Tell her she should know better
What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days
All over a hoe never could be me
I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats
Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep
On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep
Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes
Been running to my goals and no one's playing D
So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze
Don't rap bout murder scenes
So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?"
Like all of the comments you see under Rap
It don't matter I'll still be on the f*cking map
Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta f*ckin blast
Boutta empty my whole f*ckin mag
(I am a what?)
I am a go getter
They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November
Who the f*ck is he shoving?
Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper
No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum
Tell her she should know better
What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days
All over a hoe never could be me
I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats
Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep
On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep
Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes
Been running to my goals and no one's playing D
So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze
Don't rap bout murder scenes
So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?"
Like all of the comments you see under Rap
It don't matter I'll still be on the f*cking map
Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta f*ckin blast
Boutta empty my whole f*ckin mag
I said I'd perform and I f*ckin did it
One day I'll be touring and selling tickets
While they all getting poorer all for an image
It's just not clicking so I hit up Krabs
He told me the secret to not going broke is to not spend a bag on a bitch or pants
And to not get addicted to shitty xans
That's a different path
And it ain't for me
We don't need a Juice or another Peep
There's too many fallen in my city
So if fame was calling I'd mute the ringing
Cause I just don't want a bullet in me
Soon as you're winning man they all turn into Bugsy
Killing and running
Shit isn't funny
But imma keep coming
And you better trust me cause
I am a go getter
They say it's tough to me it ain't nothing like we in November
Who the f*ck is he shoving?
Must think I'm dumb he think I got no temper
No I don't need a gun I'll write to your mum
Tell her she should know better
What the f*ck did she raise a kid wasting days
All over a hoe never could be me
I remember days I was picking clothes always over beats
Now I'm in my zone hardly ever sleep
On patrol is the only time I'm counting sheep
Don't hang with the fakes I been with my bros all with different genes
Been running to my goals and no one's playing D
So I'm picking up speed so much I feel the breeze
Don't rap bout murder scenes
So I know they'll be like "Who the f*ck is that?"
Like all of the comments you see under Rap
It don't matter I'll still be on the f*cking map
Right next to Iraq cuz I swear man I'm really boutta f*ckin blast
Boutta empty my whole f*ckin mag
Writer: Nsihrakhi Pitanta
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