Nathan Suarez - Hit Em Up lyrics

(Intro) Ya Real sh** man Real sh** [Verse 1] Got all these damn people picking fights with the boy Jesus Christ with the boy Crucifying n***as on a cross like a toy Don't play with the boy n***as too scared to be firing real shots Makes me question wether or not they have a co*k n***as talking sh** always talk behind my back Playin on the field balls some sh** these n***as lack I ain't even done yet Telling me my flow is whack like why'd you even say jack You ain't even on my level and I'm about to prove that I see you post them playlists and they s** how sad Until y'all start making music I'm never gonna hear you You need to get it through your head I'll never f**in fear you But with all the sh** you talking you lucky I don't k** you These n***as call me venom cause Im deadly like a recluse You're so f**ing dead to me I forgot I f**ing met you Eating like a locust I am the one you'll be fed to I'm the one who started droppin I'm the one who the one who caused the trend dude Reppin for my city I'll be the only one to stay true Young 6 God in the making but I won't own the 6 Instead I'll own the 9 and my flows will keep it lit My predictions are on point that's some Nostradamus sh**, man [Hook] Hit em up like Hit em up like Hit em up like Hit em up like Hit em up like Hit em up like All these n***as blowing up gotta hit em up like [Verse 2] Damn All these n***as talking crap they never f**ing learn I guess I'll have to get their face and shove it in the dirt Never stop talking they don't f**ing know Who they really messing with They better hit the road They bout to tick me off I ain't ever explode In this music biz I can't have no damn friends They end up stealing from me and I lose in the end I'll always get revenge just know that f**ing fact Making all my measurement for this sh**, and they exact They keep talking sh** thinking hoping I react Don't make me get a blade and run it down your back I ain't even playing You're supposed to take it literally when I tell you that I'm slaying Don't make me call you out when I make it Standing on a stage with 50000 in attendance I'll run down the list naming every hater With my middle finger up saying you can thank me later I will not f**ing serve you I am not your waiter Even if I go big y'all still some f**ing traitors After my success they'll have to interview for fader I'm a prodigy of Drake I hope that you can see it I'm learning from the teacher and what they say is true The student will always surpa** his teacher I'm in the studio training Drake you are my teacher But you know for a fact that I'll be the one to beat you