St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
Yeah, im not the skinniest cat.
My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My other mate michael fucked a street cat
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
U fags all the same like outfits in pics of the family poses
This game of cat and mouse ends a.s.a.p
And the discography, somethin' you got to see
And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat
How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back
Whats the matter cat got your tongue
They say that karats help your vision
When they ask my answers always it was the cat
I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back
Mommy and daddy were like a dog and a cat
I ride with them boys in the middle of the map
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