Lyrics:
everything I have to offer.
Role play, I pull up as her doctor. She told
Me that I’m the top shotta. Break her back
In the bed I’m a monster. Eat up the cat
Novocaine
The cat's scratch at your finger
Novocaine
They're calling out your number
Surprised to find a wooden doll
Kicking dust inside the room
damn
Haunted by hearts that I stole and I broke
And the spines that I folded so sad
Live in my head I'm so mad
No ones hurts me this so bad
But I'm still
fuckin'
Bar before Gotti group
If I let the shotty shoot
He half dead with a cracked
(crack) head like cats that need a rehab bed
Fuck it
I'ma still see mad
Chisora
Get me the borer
Thoughts in my head and it's torture
Me, I'm good friends with your daughter
Ona man can't swing with me
Or go toe-to-toe in
the judge tryna fight me
I'ma snatch him by his white-t, leave his head red like a ICEE
I swear to tell the truth and nothing, but the truth
Man I walked
the claws
I'll use your bones to floss my jaws!
Damn, that's cold, I got 'em like burr!
By the way, don't touch the fur
I hear them outside my door!
(Here we
do this better than most, Thay visions as clear as that glass giving toast, so many thoughts in my head to control, so the booth is my shelter it’s
music hit ya soul straight for da listeners, blunt heads, and fatter cats
Y'all betta catch da wave,Ike y'all dissing a heart attack
I know this old
screaming, “he's trying to kidnap me!”, when I drove by them with a wink or something silly, now I'm pulling bunnies, in a tinted SUV
Have them sign
Crows are circling 'round my head
Wolves are howling at my feet
Cats are playing dead
Ringleader of god knows what
Master of none
A peacock in
teeth until I do urbex, hop trains: Illegal freedom, for real. Agh
All my days are fading
Head is leaking
I don't get it, Secret faking
Hole in my chest
They've been faded by the light
And I'll never see them again
Oh, what did the black cats tell you?
What did they put in your head?
Oh, I know you're
should I do
Inject a little sniff of love but motherfuckers know it's cool
Roll another wicked primo, got my head up in the mules
They say that if they
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
ready to shake, down
(Bad bitches!), hope you ready for the take, down
One show, i could charge them by the cake, pound
Rally up take a tour down to cake,
your ass, bad habit nigga
You a bitch and she a bastard nigga
Don't give a fuck if you was asking nigga
Wrong lane nigga, wrong side
So I'm flying by
there every Sunday when I was doin' time
And sent a letter every Monday just to ease my mind
To let a nigga know that pussy cat was still mine
at stake
Only righteous by faith that's why I swallow pride
Old head flow on the mic, yo told them I could write
Drove in just coastin like those cold
shall rust
All steel one day
Just the other day
I saw a cat skinned alive
I see cows mistreated
I feel defeated
Like my mother said
Head high and thrive
Don’t wait up, I don’t think that I’ll make it tonight
I got some personal business and I need to get my head right
Break it up, full twist and then
bein' country til the day I'm dead
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads
Bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread
We like to fish
fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
by, like the evening sun
They always warned me my time would come.
Not long ago I was the king of the hill
The talk of the town
I was the cat they
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