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letra de catch me - young santiago

[young santiago]

already in motion

pero no me persigues, por fa

[verse 1]

catch a n-gg- already in motion, floatin, bottom of the ocean
tryna come up with the potion
drown the game the next motion
one, young, the end, done, no pen
i was hoping, waiting, working, watching, plotting
they said start leaking, dropping
get the game tweaking and popping
i dropped popped and locked in
vision like stockton
p-ssed it off to myself
i’m alone in this world that i own
center of the universe, each of us are
that can only mean one thing mo’
i am a star

and f-ck that rapping sh-t
i use my light for clarity
like jay z does for charity
i’m sharing me, so
i don’t have to rap fast
got nothing to prove
slow and steady
mayweather on defense, focused
for whatever, i’m ready
young

[chorus]

young santiago, man
who the f-ck is this?
n-gg- in his mid-twenties on this late twenties sh-t
n-gg-s heard that i was rapping and put me on they shelves
can’t afford n-body sing for me, so i do it myself
i just do this for my health, and rely on my wealth
to get me to the next level, uri watch me upsell
just remember when n-gg-s hating, bobbing you like a slore
karma always comes back around, talladega’s revolving door

[verse 2]

i just be in vintage crown
409, galveston town
looking across at gracies
tryn see how i can get grace to see
reason for my most recent gait
ain’t cause i got a problem with her
the problem is simply that my dough ain’t straight

the path before me is clear
i must take it on my own
last few steps to my destiny
you know, capturing the throne
rumble, young man, rumble
i’m in the jungle on my own for the bread
they say i’m black tar? i bet i’m gold thread
sitting on this bench in old galveston square
i look up and see a trumpet
lets me know i belong here
as i listen to the trumpets in my headphones blare
kinda jazzy no jeff
but ask her, she’ll tell you i’m the best

[chorus]

[bridge]

young santiago, man
who the f-ck is this?
he got me sounding like trina on this track
girl i’m that b-tch
two tattoos on his hand
and now he think he the sh-t
first thug with no guns or dope
he need to quit
but his flow is dope as f-ck i can’t lie
he need to quit
f-cking the beat and start f-cking me girl
i need some d-ck

[verse 3]

for sure, whattydo, word
problems shared across the nation
cause? cause all yall wh-r-s is impatient
i ain’t waiting

from the bottom of the map we trapping
moving smarter, not working harder
for any every dollar we’ll never be martyrs
death doesn’t exist, we waited patiently too long
loved through long-lasting droughts to, sing this song
i myself worked two or three jobs to, sing this song
two or three times, n-gg-, you may not sing along
unless you sling ya ding alone
it takes b-lls to be me
go out on your own
follow your dreams
and end up with cream

young

- young santiago

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