Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Thorbjornsen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kato On The Track
Producer
Lyrics
Oh man
Kato we got a problem
Got a lot up on my mind but it's fine
I was born with a pen
That been destine for dotted lines
See the mister meaner
Y'all ain't equip for this kind of crime
Y'all could hide beneath the pane
But I see 'em behind the blinds
Cause I window
My bar be enough to get that Ken dough
And I ain't never miss
That's why they switch like Nintendo
Yeah they say to never break
But you could bend though
A lot of y'all just talk
When there's a button for the send though
But this is real life homie
So y'all could meet me here (hi)
Only time I know defeat is playing FIFA dear (so)
Don't you dare let this man test ya
Yeah this flow so United
I could prolly play for Manchester
I got plays right on top of my plays
How you lost all the time and yet you never amaze
That's so bananas
That's why ya girl be sending you k's
They in limbo with my bars
But I ain't far from a sizeable raise
Damn
Get a lesson or help
I been at it so long I been impressing myself
I'm on loop until there ain't another notch on the belt
The only time you see a rack is on rectangular felt
So why you lying
Tell 'em what's really been going on
Hundred k on the gram but ten likes
Something wrong
Then you talk about ya whips and ya women up in the song
And hope a misguided kid don't know better and sing along huh
Yeah I got it all figured it out
Always people with the least that be holding a bigger mouth
Always people that be weak that be forcing the vigor out
But I understand that over compensating come from doubt so
Back to the fact I'm in tact with a track
I'm a dawg while they all copy cat
Drew a line in the sand could sue a side like a pact
How you lying every day
And don't know how you finna act, now
Huh, I could look into they at now
Went viral once, traffic stopped like a pat down
Six nine with ya main guess I'm a rat now
Bet ya circle on deck like they coming up to
Nah I ain't do it but I prolly could
Maybe bring ya Mumbai like it's Bollywood
Take a her credit card and skate like a ollie could
To only make ya net spike baby like a volley would
Hey chill bro, it's all hypotheticals
Y'all are too behind for me to see you in my reticles
I really need my flowers
This arrangement feeling edible
If they don't let me eat
I get a round it like a decimal
Welcome to my calculus
Where there's a real long division
And sum of 'em try to laugh at this
Huh
Y'all could catch me where the limit is
When y'all don't never change you be imitating derivatives
I'm running out of beat so let me die it down
All that hunger that you preach is like my diet now
Take the throne, sell some merch
Y'all could buy a crown
Cause that's prolly bout the only way you try it now
Come on man
How long did I even go for
Writer(s): Ryan Thorbjornsen
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