I ain't into fat lippin', I'm into cat drippin' A cat slippin' is a cat drippin' Why I say that? The cat's slippin' The mag's spittin' The cat drippin' Look in the mirror, you's a fat kiddin' Pussy All I wanted growin' up was remote controls Now my whole life remote control Hit the block, don't control Got ghetto corners chokin' slow Grandmama go to church tryin' to soak my soul Oh, this one's for my foes Find yourself in a hopeless hole Tryin' to go against him I puppeteer Pinocchios Flows on strings, it is what it seems Just call me Gepetto A young stock market, put money in your pocket Cause when push it, talk it, it's the object and I drop it I rose gold to hum, pink diamond to eye Said it in a rhyme, now the industry got pink eye Contagious flows, high demand Like the new Louis Vuitton monogram Pastels is cute, how you niggas follow suit so well These barrels encompass the heat from hell Nigga, the Frank's eyes are stuck right there I ain't into cat drippin' A cat slippin' is a cat drippin' Why I say that? The cat's slippin' The mag's spittin' The cat drippin' Look in the mirror, you's a fat kiddin' Pussy They'd rather see me not breathin' than see me achieve Had my mama grievin', crouched to her knees Jealous hearted niggas, y'all wear it on your sleeve Like a scarlet letter for the world to see Can't hide the truth, descendants of Kane So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein My game way grown, this is no fact When cats was at poop, I was Cadillac grown I'm not these rap kids with childish antics Who make *** records, who rock hat backwards These are higher stakes, this is not average weight This is not pinchin' pennies, bitch, this is carrot cake This is the difference between rookies and the pros They pattin' after me, they cookie cut my flow But so, I'm never one to be jailed Do as I do, so I can say Papa weighs twelve I ain't into fat lippin' I'm into cat drippin' A cat slippin' is a cat drippin' Why I say that? The cat's slippin' The mag's spittin' The cat drippin' Look in the mirror, you's a fat kiddin' Pussy They say the Lord closes windows to open doors Nigga, don't make me open yours Seen hearts beat through open doors Subliminal rap ***, so immature That's why I ignore punchline niggas on front time Silly ho ***, he who questions I is unfocused Copper filled flow, yes, I'll make careers disappear Like hocus pocus, no joke Mercy, mercy, oh Lord, who is he? Who curse me, curse me for doin' me? It hurts me so, puts me through changes So I got Porsches and Hummers to deal with the anguish Acts live, but only few speak the language And the rest is comic cues Star Trek the movement who you pay homage to You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy I ain't into fat lippin' I'm into cat drippin' It's the 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 kiddin' Pussy *