I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'

A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin'

Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin'

The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy All I wanted growing up was remote controls

Now my whole life remote control, hit the block

Dope control, got ghetto corners choking slow

Grand mama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh

This one's for my foes, find yourself, in a hopeless hole Ttrying to go against him, I puppet you Pinocchio

Flows on strings, it is what it seems, just call me Jepeto

A young stock market, put money in your pocket

'Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it

I rose gold ya, pink diamond ya, hah? Set it in a rhyme now The industry got pink eye, contagious, flows high demand

Like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram, pastels is cute

How you niggaz follow suits so well?

These barrels encompass the heat from hell

Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'

A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin'

Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittin'

The cat drippin', look in the mirror you's a fat kitten pussy They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve

Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees jealous hearted niggaz

Y'all wear it on ya sleeve like a scarlet letter for the world to see

Can't hide the truth, decedents of pain, so y'all get exposed Like the sons of Hussein, my game weight grown, this is no fact

When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome, I'm not these rap kids

Wit childish antics, who make *** records, who rock hat backwards

These are higher stakes, this is not average weight, this is not pinching Penny's, bitch, this is carrot cake, this is the difference 'tween rookies

And the pros, they pattern after me, they cookie cut my flow

But so, I'm never one that be jeal', do as I do so I can say

"Papa raised you well" I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'

A cat's slippin', is a cat drippin'

Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin'

The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten pussy They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors

Nigga don't make me open yours

Seen hearts beat through, open sores

Subliminal rap ***, so immature, that's why I ignore Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe ***

He who questions I, is unfocused

Copperfield flow yes, I'll make careers disappear

Like hocus, pocus, no joke, it's Push' Mercy, mercy, oh Lord, who is he? Who curse me, curse me?

But doing me, it hurts me so, puts me through changes So I got porsche's and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh

Acts live but only if you speak the language and the rest is comic view

Star Trak, the movement, who you pay homage to?

You don't want it with them boys, this I promice you, you pussy

Through changes So I got porsche's and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh

Acts live, but only if you speak the language and the rest is comic view

Star trak the movement, who you pay homage to?

You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy