We got a thousand roads to go, can take our fate in our hands Let's make them watch us steal the show, until the last minute ends I don't wait for miracles to happen, No, it's always in vain, I'm gonna take the fucking mic and start engraving my name It says Andy Catcher, BITCH, I know you've never heard him before And this white guy rising to the top, and he's in shadow no more Just turn it louder-louder-louder, boys and girls listen up 2015 thanks God that "From Ukraine" has finally dropped This is my sight, this is my soul, this is my voice, this is my fucking vision And I've been collecting it for years, now I'm gonna share it with you Ya wanna know where I come from, look at the cover, it's clear Put on my city every day, that's in Ukraine, Kiev City of rebels where people are willing to fight For the better future, their dreams, lives, freedom, rights Though thats the city where I'll never be next 50 cent But fuck it, thats the city that I'm proud to represent
Heeeey and I don't give an F bout what they say Daaaang, finally feel myself on my own lane So catch my crazy rhymes, I'll hit you like the Yankees pitcher Desperate dream chaser Andy C my nigga nice to meet ya
You could take a picture, but I doubt that I'll be in your town That one day they announce my name and crowd goes jumping up and down But I'm here and you hear it, I don't even know whether track dope or lame Whichever way turn, like it or not, that shit is From Ukraine It's not about being drunk as fuck , constantly getting high Stoners end up crawling, only chosen one's keep staying fly I don't brag about money, don't have the illest flow Always being humble, but killing half of them niggaz tho I'm far from choppers, from Midwest, but I do it fast enough While some of them sound like giving blowjobs to the mic dying from cough They call it bangers and make people listen to that shit, Record label should be long ago renamed to Stranded Ship But if your rap seems to forever being stuck aground better come see, little boy Andy C, step by step keeps picking up speed of sound But no, I'm not waiting for standing ovation, I send motherfuckers on endless vacation, My words are my jet feeling this elevation I'm not done yet, tanking at the gas station