Cat Food Lyrics

Trying to take it from stickers to billboards

Clippers to deal talk

Real talk

Hop up on the stage and I feel more

Show sold out but I'm still poor

Jugging at home like Milhouse

Trying to get the mill how

Need a little window on my teeth not grilled out

Got to get the field green

Grinding now the field brown

Looking down on light work

That ain't how the lights work

She looking kinda

She pretty in a tight skirt

Preference is the baggy trackie

I'll happily send the addy

I ain't nothing brief I'm in some boxers on a Manny Pacqui

Bend it like some Laffy Taffy

Right now I'm her baby boy but soon I'll be her daddy pappi

It's about to go down I'm on a roll now

This ain't the slow sound it more like profound

And here I am

Normally I don't chat crud but here I can

Let that shit slap bap ya hear the bang

I told you so

(I did man)

It's done it's done

(Ay where you see that name at boy?)

Uh

See my name in lights I swear it's set in stone

How can I be out here in my flesh and bone

I swear I don't wanna be 20 man I'm getting old

By this age I needed a million records sold

But I'm too picky move Ziggy with the new thingy

Hit the stage who is he?

Boy got the room busy

I been rocking these Air's since we signed the first option

I ain't got a day job, that's the problem

I don't smoke cigarettes, that's the problem

Weed addict with bad habits save me your tears

Clocked the game not trading my piers were making it clear relax

The best heat ain't even touched wax boy

I ain't never dropped 10 tracks in a year

Yet somehow here I am and I'm here

Are you hearing this?

Are you hearing this?

Open your fucking ears bruv

Open your fucking ears

Open your eyes, we're here

Sick in the head

Run it again

Pussy