06. Chasin’ (feat. Kwame)

[Intro: Phil Fresh]
I’m running out of breathe and shit man
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Phil Fresh]
2 sweet 2 sweet
Feeling too good, feeling like the elite
Feeling like the alpha, feeling like the man
Feeling like I got these circle scars in my hands for a reason
But I don’t gotta tell you why
Yeah you see my walk, yeah you see my eyes
I know I’m running, running, running
Running through your mind
And I would stop and catch my breath
But I ain’t got time
Cos I’m on to the next, On-on to the next one
Compare me to the next man, who the best one?
Talking bout problems, got a hunnid of em, less one
Running shit, so you know I gotta pack the wet ones
I’m feeling tall like Shaq did, if we're back to back
Then your ego getting flat, kid
Keep on talking like you know me
Know that you’re a jabroni, so keep on throwing stones g
Your girl been looking lonely, she’s now my tenderonie
Blocked you from her phone B, now she’s never home, gee Wonder where she is or why she act like she don’t know me
Why she got that mark on her neck or where her clothes be
This is why I’m hot, this is why you not
This is why I’m top draw, this is why you flop
And I don’t see this stop, no anchor on me baby girl I’m never getting got
Uhh - Ain’t nothing gonna break my stride, can’t nobody hold me down
I’m moving like a pro in these cons when you see me come around
Too cool like I’m frozen man, where my fucking crown?
Y’all need to let it go, stay watching how I flow
Line of women at my door, yeah I know I’m fucking cold
Stone Cold with the birds and your chick already know
And I’m raising eyebrows, when I step in through the door
Checking your shit in the rear view, checking your girls rear in my view
Oh my god dude
Slick with the shit, toothpickin y’all off
No safety net for me boy I’ll never fall off
I got em chasin’
Yeah I got you all chasin’
Uh, yeah and Imma never need replacing Woah woah woah
I got you all chasing

[Outro: Kwame]
Sit back and grab a hold of yourself
You know you can't leave me alone
You won't take me off outta your phone
You love the way I'm making you moan
Them others can't keep up with the pace
Can't even look me right in the face
Nobody ever taking my place
You foolish people wasting the space
She love the way I’m shifting her gears
You can't do shit, it wasn't enough
Don't bring your girl right up to my spot
Trust me bro cause she getting cuffed
Try take my spot I'm wishing you luck
You people slow you driving a truck
I’m at the height you can't even touch
Fuck with the wolves then we playing rough