What's The Hurry (feat. Imogen Heap)

[Verse 1: Rockie fresh]

It's so obvious I got it, man I gotta be the one

I'm making it my business but it used to be for fun

And no I'm not a catholic but I'm doing it like nun

It all started with a dream and now look what I've become

So the real question is: How can ya'll question me?

What can I do for ya'll and what do ya'll expect from me?

I wanna learn but I can't let you niggas lesson me

And if you got a problem, come at me respectfully

Cause I ain't the type to trip on how far you wanna take it

I've been fucked up, let down, but through that I'm a make it

My face is to the future, my back is to the basics

And my niggas still waiting on they payment

And I told 'em that I got it

But to get it how far have I gone?

I look at all I drink

All the weed I've blown

I used to smell like polo, but now kush is my cologne

In the same house I grew up in

But the fathers late from home, in my mind

Since I've been out here on my grind

I've been trying to find

The time to rewind and go back

To the place that I was at

Before I found you and before I found rap

But since I got it, I'm feeling something different in me

Women wanna fuck me

All the niggas envy getting paper by the plenty

I'm finding my wealth

I'm trying to find my nish without losing myself

[Verse 2: Rockie fresh]

You know I got it, you shouldn't have to ask me twice

Not having and I'm dancing and I'm rapping for my afterlife

These niggas ain't half as nice

They ain't even payed the price

Now I'm getting ghost on them so I'm feeling kind of capser like

Uhh

And I be on to my next chick

Tryna make my next girl

Better than my ex chick

Leave the game breathless

Take the life out

Niggas stab me in the back and still ain't take the knife out

So I still feel pain, it's going through my mental

While exceeding expectations with exceptional credentials

In this race I've lived, I feel like I'm a pencil

It's hard not to be hot

With all the hell I've been through

But I'm still here standing

Paper I'm demanding

I take nothing for granted

And nothings ever handed cause I'm young

And tell 'em this is my year

And niggas better stop because it's obvious I got it