Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits
She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions
Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens
Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,
Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs
To destroy anything you copy cats invest in
They all see my life from a childish position
These other cats bring blasphemy
If you ain't about money
Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap
And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that
Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance
This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//
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