Lyrics:
The only big dog out here taking cat naps
Rogue Ray 'bout ta end up on a hashtag
I wasn't always on a mission just to break backs
But when you grind
ain't no cat and mouse
Mcqueen on the track gotta skrt
Bitch I ain't say shit
Walkin' out the crib wit the brand new fit
Stick on my hip ain't got no 'mit
ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five
Wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time don't rush the clock
Infamous rock
I be blackin' out on beats
Even niggas started callin' me a racist
Like Aunt Jemima
I need an Oscar, they admire my wiener
They blowin' me like
roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these niggas, ask your chick I bet she know what's up
Wrote this rap while smoking Black and Mild, bumping Doja Cat
you think I'm hiding spaceships
French chefs, the best grapes on they breath
Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest
Besides I got
achievements
What I look like spending money on yall brand when I’m trying to build my own
We aint kids no more n***** grown which means I pay my own bills by
told me the brand is moving
Oga Micky gwalu m na we the future
Rizzy said we didn’t get this far by giving up the dream
Homie so stayed in the picture
So
hunting (Oi wait)
Got to watch out for them if they sit on the fence
Probably up there plotting gunning (Grrt)
Block by block gotta build none stop
Till
want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
Word to my cousin, the truth and no lie
Me and my dawg was in his brand new Land,
You not in position to joke
You seen the Oscar's, you watched it, right?
Well I Will smack you with the Smith
Don't get Rocked (Rock) tonight
I got my
that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
the youngest in charge 26's them dubs wack
They spinin' 24's when they sell me the 'cut back
Real cats get down, fake cats get mugged rat
Baby got back now
beheading the fake
Oscar nominees wanna be Wayne, wanna be Drake
Exposed, on the mic before they finish they're first take
They're all the same, copy cats wit
I do in the beat
Yeah, true indeed I do indeed
Do it for the O.G.s and the true MCs
Them bustas say this year I got brand new and it's all phat
But
them back, knahmsayin?
If it wasn't for these cats man
Y'all wouldn't know nothin about no LL Cool J
Or Beastie Boys y'knahmean? And this comin from
with the dog then you must be a cat
Now tally ho and away we go, see you next week with a brand new show
I want the funk I want that OG
There's
swag
That Rolls Royce seem to be them hoes choice
They love the luxury 'cause it get 'em so moist
Navigation, one button activated by a voice
You can
on a chevy classic where I sit them at
2 Boss bytches on tweety birds chasing pooty tats
Laws get behind us they gone stash it in they pooty tat
Test me in
drive by
You know Tata to the haters when I tell them see you later
Imma pop out with a chop out like voila
I'm gettin to the chicken like Popeyes
So I
bag
I keep it G on the beat yeah it sounds so fat
Must compete for the cat cus it looks so fat
I want to hit that baby baby bounce it back
Got them
cats with all of what they ain't dreamed of
Rook move the queen castle bishop to queen pawn
Turns to a queen put you in check because a Negus too
killaz will cost ya
Pop the glock to get the message across ya
You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor
I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was actors
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