[Lyric] The Pace (YungRye)

[Intro]
This beat is in Crxtical condition
Tick, tick, tick
Ugh
Tik tok, tick
Ugh (Check)
Tick, tock
Crxtical, Crxtical, Crxtical condition

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
I go dumb, so simple, ugh
Tell ya boo, yo kinfolk (Kinfolk)
Ya rapper friends they in for (In for)
Kick thrice, we can start rapping tin foil (Yeah, yeah)
Homebound, for the ones on simple (Ayy)
But I thought this flow
Mm, never mind
You better run (Yeah), you better run
I catch up, it's televised, yeah
Pick up the pace (Pick it up), pick up the pace (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace (Pick it up), pick up the pace (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace (Pick it up), pick up the pace (Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up)
Pick up the pace on these niggas
I'm in the race, mm, yeah
I see the the stale on yo face (Check, check)
I'm going ape, ugh (Ayy)
Zoo's for the ones they catch
Not me (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
Armed and aggressive
(Copy)
The lead been snapping
(Shotty)
Ayy, from the land of the champs
(Rocky)
Every champ gotta learn his lesson
This is not for the radio presence (Check)
This'll knock every radio present (Check, yeah)
Christmas day, yay Rye is present (Yeah)
Don't gotta bae 'cause time too precious, baby (Baby)
You blow up, that's maybe (Nah)
Rye blow up that's definite (Check)
Can't you see this nigga been heaven-sent, yeah (Okay)
I catch on so effortless, effortless (Okay)
Tell bro start up the car, ugh (Start up the-)
I'm gonna sang like an F&N, boom (Get, get, get it)
Getaway, getaway, getaway (Getaway, bang)
Twelve can't stop this murder rate, ugh (Nah, nah)
Got you praying for the better days, ugh (Praying for the-)
Smoke mad flows, lose heavyweight, ugh (Mad flows, mad flows)
Grandma pray for the better me, ugh (Mad- oh, ohh)
Now all my scars feel better (Yeah)
Mama said pace ya self in water (Ayy)
It'll be all good (Aww)
Now I'm out to lace myself in water (Ayy)
Go ski-ball in the hood (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm catchin' up to you niggas, ya flows is counterfeit (Here I go)
My plays silent, written like they like to contradict (Ayy, aye)
Now riddle me that?
Speakin' through action
Fiddlin' facts
Watering seeds, the past is spat (The past)
Teachin' on tracks
Writing my passion, I'm handling that (Writin' my passion, I'm handling that)
Started the chase and it ain't coming back
I'm still in the basement, humble and lax (Still in the basement, humble and lax)
Comfortable making whatever comes next
Youngins' is stressed, and do it for the checks (Youngins' is stressed)
Now they caught lackin', bout two-hundred steps
I'm catchin' up! (I'm catching up)
You niggas is mustard, lighten up (Woah, woah)
I'm crashing ya setting, I'm so abrupt (Boom)
No don't you look back, you'll lose ya luck 'cause (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
I go dumb, so simple, ugh
Tell ya boo, yo kinfolk (Kinfolk)
Ya rapper friends they in for (In for)
Kick thrice, we can start rapping tin foil (Yeah, yeah)
Homebound, for the ones on simple (Ayy)
But I thought this flow
Mm, never mind
You better run (Yeah), you better run
I catch up, it's televised, yeah
Pick up the pace (Pick it up), pick up the pace (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace (Pick it up), pick up the pace (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace (Pick it up), pick up the pace (Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up)
Pick up the pace on these niggas
I'm in the race, mm, yeah
I see the the stale on yo face (Check, check)
I'm going ape, ugh (Ayy)
Zoo's for the ones they catch (Zoo's for the ones they- yeah)
Not me (Yeah)

[Outro]
You cannot two-step to the goblin
Pull up on a nigga, sir, do we have a problem?
The rap game suffer, alright, here I come, I'm driving
Speeding down the lane, license in the back pocket
I'm poppin', I'm like a rocket
You need to stop it
You diving, style and flow running outta options
Fire him, you gotta a stylist, you need to fire him
Ghostwriter fire him, you better retire then
You better retire then
Ugh, pick up the pace, uh
Ugh