Cats Eyes
You know where to find me i'm in the six
I'm raw just like the shine B
I'm in the mix and you
Should see my homie's timepiece
It's in the wrist, I've got
This flicky on me, try me
I'll leave you pissed and you know
You ain't about that life G
You'd probably snitch
These days they don't build 'em like me
I wish they did and I don't
Front on all these rap songs i need a brick
They know I ain't a cunt where I'm from
I'm with the shit's and I'm just
Tryna get my stash long
If that's wrong then what's this?
Tryna get these packs gone
These packs gone, re-up again
Best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here
Best take your hats off
Trap gods, we're up in here
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there
I ain't slim but I'm the shadiest
I think I'm Biggaveli, I'm the waviest
I've got all this weed smoke
All in my radius
And she don't know my name
She knows my alias
We're some trap gods, trap aliens
No deal and im a major then
See real jiggas, ain't no changing them
My G's up in this Old Bailey then
We're Beanie Sigel, we so ABM
Mateley on dole like Mash and Lex and them
I'm about some cheques
Let's get some cheques in then
I'm about some cheques
Let's get some cheques in then
Til I'm PP, slumdog millionaire
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there
So you saw us backday
On a bus backday on a Titch ting
I had a burner in my rucksack day
Tryna touch man's face on a big ting
Kettles had me gassed them days
Look at what the system raised
Blinded by whips and chains
Same book, different page
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there
I'm back and I've got TT
My soldiers out here for like three weeks
You getting money, you don't need sleep
But most can't hack it
This the mean streets
I'm blowing loud, I'm such a weed freak
My brudda chop it down and deal leaf
These trappers put my shit on repeat
And now they say I'm what the streets need
So how's it feel? How's it feel to be real?
Clearly I'm sick
How does it feel to be ill?
Well I can't tell
What do you mean you can't tell?
Shit I've been like this since Kenan & Kel
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there
So fuck a foot up in the door
I'll put my head in there
Rap game fucked up man
It looks dead in there