The Pursuit - Nyck Caution

Yeah

Wake up

I assassinate these villains

Vaccinate my children

In the apple we be rotting

While I calculate a million

Break the shackle off my ankle

'cuz they tryna make me fit in

And there’s them who know

That we rise for the resistance

Boom, you an imposter

I be getting bread of focaccia

Doctor, Betty Crocker, I spit improper

Laryngitis be the only obstacle

That’s ever keeping me quiet inspired

Get a basket of bread

I see this traffic ahead (Work)

But my blunt is ashing instead

We got that sticky

Puffing out my vision, getting trippy, bands, give me 4 eyes like Mississippi

your miss is with me

Lost living over cause giving

Mature women in the Porsche they riding around getting lost in it

And it’s all tinted

Ain’t no ventilation

Hotbox 'til I’m at my destination

And I tell you don’t fuck with this

The young bandit with your bitch on my bucketlist

You say you balling I will Louisville slug your pitch

It’s like I’m teeing off Called up

Show you little leaguers I evolve

So now they pulled a Don Perry

So now they get my song ready used to have my palms sweaty

Now there’s no ignoring C

Fighting for the peace

I promise to give you all of me

Yeah

So take it all as a present mama

I break you off in a second Nah

So just put my weed into sections

And it’s on

And it’s on

Can I say something?

Uhm, I’m the type of person

If you ask me a question and I don’t know the answer

I’m gonna tell you that I don’t know

I know how to find the answer and I will find the answer (yeah)

Is that fair enough?

Imma have to stop when I realize what I know

That you gotta go and have to aim for the top

Then your ceiling will explode

I’m dealing with the globe

And it’s balanced on my shoulders

I can never slip on my Pro shift you know this

And I be aware of what you set aside

You from a world I just can’t synthesis to set ‘em right

So when you step outside

Make sure you set your step and

You don’t ever mess with the threat that gon' keep your death in mind

I’m, asking for effort

Pass on my pleasure

Rap about happiness

Masking the pressure

I got this passion forever

Everlasting life that was supposed to happen together

But it’s lost in the distance

Lord, I’m forgiving

For any sin I plot, I just got to go get it

Until I ride and I’m finished

I will not stop.

Why?

Cause the sky is the limit (yeah)

I’m disguising the limit