Catch on Yet - Jim Jones, Trav

20K dice game, I ass bet my bet

Niggas ain’t catch on yet (catch on yet…)

I told papi all of the keys, then I foreign the V

I ain’t pay that shit back yet

I gave grandma the rent money just for the rent

Eviction notice ain’t come yet

All that grinding you did, all that money you spent

These niggas ain’t catch on yet

Don’t ask me no questions about my political views

You know I’m out here making all these invisible moves

It’s hard to make a profit off these residual dues

I’m trying to get my credit just like them Hasidic Jews

A part of me is left with every bitch that I screwed

A part of me has no respect, they say this nigga is rude

I’m smart, but where I’m from God don’t petty no fools

When I was young in high school, we had to dribble through school

With no court involved, thoughts of a Porsche involved

Fast life, nigga if you slip you get your thought revolved

Plus the fact that, I was young when they brang me to the crack trap

Dollar off a bottle or break the money from the pack pack

(?) in the house, we putting guns up in the backpack

Damn, I hate to backtrack

All them horror stories, we got marytr stories

Man, the Carter wasn’t real, I’ll tell you Harlem stories

Yeah, ran off on the plug twice

Robbed him three times, and we ask that nigga if he love life

20K dice game, I ass bet my bet

Niggas ain’t catch on yet

I told papi all of the keys, then I foreign the V

I ain’t pay that shit back yet

I gave grandma the rent money just for the rent

Eviction notice ain’t come yet

All that grinding you did, all that money you spent

These niggas ain’t catch on yet