F.A.T.E. - THat Part lyrics

Chorus)[Fate] You know I had to it, I just my got my..... head start/ You know I'm bout to be.. poppin... head start/ Looking back at my, competition... head start/ I'm bout to make it to the top.. Head Start, Head Start, Head Start...agghhh!.... Verse)[Fate] Look where I'm at, where are you, you remember that/ Bout to have a spaz attack, I'm k**ing it, so watch my back/ Nevermind, I got my eyes, in my back, so I'm ready for, ugh.. a lethal attack/ Tac on the wall, sh**, that's how I be seeing you, hammer with the mic, cuz your sh** need a smack/ Honestly, damn dog, I ain't even feeling it, gotta head start to the game, imma villian b**h/ Knock your wig back, with my voice, call you krillin b**h/ Look how I be doing it, spitting exorcism, making head turns, like 360, all the time/ I ain't even at my prime, don't wanna transform yet, still got coins in my pocket, so I steadily drop dimes/ Oh sh**, look at the time... you ain't started yet/ Jeez, look it how I'm, balling.. look it my connect/ Only getting bigger, dream of six figures, how I figure, that I figured, that I'm bout to the best, go figure/ Unstoppable, odd job, golden eye, call me by the nickname, n***a, call me punchline/ Sipping wine in the booth, like I'm cla**y, with the mic in my hand, sh**... how could you outlast me/ Making threats with the fame, like I'm jay z, this the black album, why they try to change me/ Misbehave me, but the chains broke, so I'm slave free.... Chorus)[Fate] You know I had to it, I just my got my..... head start/ You know I'm bout to be.. poppin... head start/ Looking back at my, competition... head start/ I'm bout to make it to the top.. Head Start, Head Start, Head Start...agghhh!.... Verse)[Fate] I'm just painting out a scene, kicking good times, having dreams, living life like a f**ing after party/ What is you saying, I'm all the way up, got you 6 levels down, shouting threats, you won't ever catch me, aggh, saying sorry/ See, it's my time to ride the wave, did you catch that/ Just dropped the tracklist, to the next mixtape, oh sh**, what freaking tidal wave/ I'm just being a fool with it.... gave you a head start/ Can you coupe with the fact, that when I'm on the mic, flow be hitting like darts/ Oh sh**, going off beat, that's my purpose, swerving on a intersection, tired of my own lane/ See, I just can't behave, switching flows through a song, like I can't find what to watch/ So sh**, might as well watch me, watch the throne, b**h I'm coming, and I'm doing it alone/ Aggghhh, if I struggle, mind on another level, close my eyes, and produce about two clones/ Agghhh, sh** I just can't stop, breaking out the box, honestly I haven't found where I fit yet/ Aggghhh, so I'll stay k**ing the mic, call me son of sam/ No 50 cent, this ain't Chris Brown feature, but got damn, I'm the man/ What my 3rd verse bout to be like, switch it up, that's my plan/ Show you I got multiple flows, no hoes, f** that imma one woman type of man/ Shout out to my girl, for the hell of it, throwing bars, like I ain't even know what to talk about, but the beat came on, oh sh** that's my jam.... Chorus)[Fate] You know I had to it, I just my got my..... head start/ You know I'm bout to be.. poppin... head start/ Looking back at my, competition... Talking* Verse)[Fate] Coming back, like I'm cla**y, pinky up/ Words coming out the mouth, like im sick, throwing up/ With a blank face, b**h, you can't see me, casper/ Imma no one, now I'm jafar, rubbing lamps, let my dreams come true, nothing but disasters/ k**ing mics like a day job, how could I ever quit, with these lips, like it's golden/ I was chosen.. to run the game, put it in its place, sub zero, leave it frozen/ Stuck in place, to a time with the greats, having debates, bout who the best, like it's pokemon/ See I'm on, kicking pheromones, they just vibe to it, sh**, they know what I'm on/ Like on another level, it's a rpg, I'm bout to go one hunnid, and you only sixty/ While you knee deep, in your own sh**, cuz u spit sh**, get the taste out your mouth, you little itch/ What I got, they be bugging like flies, so you know I had to swat, with the lyrics out the watch/ I never stop, keep going, like I'm running from the cops/ This a rock that I roll, my mouth a f**ing guitar, hitting licks, like I do this in my sleep/ Counting sheep, cuz it's easy, do this in my dream and awake, all day, and I don't even feel heat..yet./ Maybe gotta head start, from the d**h threats, talking to myself in the past, you ain't even there yet..