Hittin' Me Lyrics

I had heard this beat and I immediately wanted to lose my mind

You see, my grind is the kind that you can't compare

I'm on a different type of time

I walk a different kind of line, let's go

Ain't no rainy days on my parade

These boys be actin' like charades

I keep it real with what I say

I walk through, you get out the way

Summer time I just rock the slides

Winter comes I just get to stepping

Let me know if you here for the long run

I don't want you to just leave me guessing

Days of frustration, I'm patiently waiting like Curtis Jackson

Truckin' through critics like Marshawn Lynch boss I'm just 'bout that action

Pick up every call like I ain't never even heard of faxin'

Work my nine to five, hit the Planet, these weights I be maxin'

Taxing, taxing, Uncle Sam all in my pockets (get out)

Rapping, rapping, like a boulder I just rock it

Barking, barking, dog in me I know I got it

Garnish, garnish whiskey sour lemon topping

Exploring like Dora, like Dory you get lost with directions

Be a man of your word if you did it then you get to fessin'

Striving for high so to the top you already know we go

These boys is clownfish I should rename 'em Marlin and Nemo

I'm highway whippin' like Arshia when he's in that Golf-R

I'm with the Shop Boyz so we party like a rockstar

Born this way like Lady Gaga we some popstars

Looney Tune by night we busy knockin' down the monstars

I'm on a monster on the track but a gentleman in the flesh

They tried to talk me down from the topic so I just digress

My actions be speaking louder than the words I ever spoke

I just zip my mouth and let the haters get to blow the smoke

Don't compare me to rappers, I'm better than rappers

I pen an emotional letter to rappers

I let 'em know I'm a trendsetter to rappers

I kill 'em all, I'm a vendetta to rappers

Mission accomplished, I sit in my office

And stay in my lane I am just like a rhombus

Or maybe an oval, I'm blowing 'em over

The sound of my instrument showing 'em over

Lead on my symphony, got an epiphany

Faking it don't think you thought about missing me

People annoying me, stoppin' and friskin' me

Now they got my celly always be Hittin' Me, hahaha

Now they got my celly always be Hittin' Me

Now they got my celly always be Hittin' Me

I up the stakes, well done with the dice

Need my kebab, well done with the rice

They pocket watching, just get one with the ice (ice)

And time is money, I age well with the price (aye)

Four score and seven years ago (hmm)

Call of Duty, rap game all up in the scope (phew)

Hail Mary, got my chance all in the throw

Will Keon ever give up, I just tell 'em no