Lyrics Nobody's Chasing You - Willis

(Look, Frank, nobody's chasing you!)

Let em' see, i'm the mvp, dealin' with the MPC!
Born with the beat, born with the beat!
Word to Az, word to Az!
Let em' see, i'm the mvp, dealin' with the MPC!
Born with the beat, born with the beat!
Word to Az, let em' see!

See this is art, as I put pen to pad and stencil!
Train of thought control my motion, as I grip the pencil!
Me and momma livin' in a rental, pop's in an apartment, walkin' to the store, pushes groceries home on a cart!
Cuz' we don't have a car, thinkin' i've only started, I wonder where my heart when it's off, aloft, and departed!
Easiest target for non-artists, the dart, cuz' i'm the sharpest!
Out the darkness like a shark, kill the beat, now that shit's a carcass!
So mother fuck a label, i'm able; no need to cradle, I could strangle you with a XLR! Kill a mother fuckers' with a mic cable!
But I save the hate for rainy days, and live to fight another day; back to the pad and pen, and let the pain fade away!
How do I live life?
What does all this mean, do I chase what I love, or do I follow the routine?
Feeling powerless, a coward, but i'm only eighteen!
Drench the microphone in sweat, got the karate, let it bleed!
Let em' see i'm the mvp, dealin' with the MPC!
I literally produce about ten beats a week!
So you can stop with allegations, debaten', saying i'm fake; and I was makin' music, day to day, slaven' up in the basement!
So don't even try to step to this without checkin' the background!
Born with the beat, so let the sky fall on they ass now!
When i'm down, I just write this shit then i'm fine!
Word to Az, life's a bitch, and then you die!

We tell em', "lifes a bitch! (lifes a bitch, life's a bitch) Then you, then you die!
I'm the mvp, dealin' with the MPC!
(Life, life) Life's a bitch! (life's a bitch, life's a bitch) Then ya', then ya die! (then ya, then ya' die), (word to Az), (lie) Life's a bitch! (life's a bitch, life's a bitch) Then ya', then ya' die!
I'm the mvp, dealin' with the MPC!
Life, life's a bitch! (life's a bitch, life's a bitch) Then ya', then ya' die! (then ya' die, then ya' die, then ya' die), (lie, lie)

Break a hundred, made change for the first time, a dollar bill's my favorite cuz' they pay for my bus ride!
From college and forty-sixth, to monument circle!
Reping triple one sevens, 'till they doin' circles!
Then i'm Walking Dead like Rick, Darrel, Dixon, and Hershel!
Catch me quoten' latin poetry, citing sources at Virgil!
I make speeches like Churchill, and drop products like a commercial!
Roll reversal, i'm a rapper, but catch me crashin' dress rehersals!
Got connections with youngins', carryin' tattoos they drummin', but i'm becoming so much more, if the music 'aint tell you somethin'!
The music got em' jumpin', la-la, la-la you can't tell me nothin'!
Graduation made me want to make music and learn production, and Good Mornin' still gives me chills everytime fuckin' time I bump it!
And one day my debut will do a hundred just for fun!
I remember walkin' home from college and fifty second, cleaning tables my job, but music my profession!
See stress is my sickness, but ambition is my infection!
Got fire in my stomach, but I see ice in my reflection!
I see and the optics strain; from no sleep, I gotta' get rest!
I've been up for three days and I got no time to reflect!
I got no time to connect, with my brother, what do I expect?
Cuz' livin' the life that i'm livin' is drivin' by women and collectin' checks!
Cold weather, plus snow pressure, was so betta' when I had no pressure!
But since then I got no chedda', no checks in my coat leatha'!
Cuz' life's a bitch!
(Then ya', then ya' die)
I'm the mvp, dealin' with the NPC!
(Life, life, life's a bitch, life's a bitch, then ya', then ya' die, then ya' die)
Word to Az!
(Lie, life's a bitch, life's a bitch, life's a bitch, then ya', then ya' die)
I'm the mvp, dealin' with the NPC!
(Life, life, life's a bitch, life's a bitch, life's a bitch, then ya', then ya' die)
Let em' see!
(Lie, let em' see)
(I'm the mvp, dealin' with the NPC)
(Born with the beat, born with the beat)
(Word to Az, word to Az)
(Let em' see, i'm the mvp, dealin' with the NPC)
(Born with the beat, born with the beat, word to Az, let em' see)

(Well then tell me this, Barry Allen Secret Service. How'd you know I wouldn't open your wallet?)
(The same reason the Yankees always win, nobody can keep there eyes off the pinstripes!)... ...