Cat Food

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 Bruv 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