When they ask my answers always it was the cat
It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black
Huh, a metaphor of course
Like a cat without claws,
So gold albums or not, i did affect rap
My other mate michael fucked a street cat
Its flows and leaks from this cat
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
By the claws of death, ready to now take me
And this world's mine, but the womb is hers
Their face appears on missing cat posters
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Now this is a metaphor as my claws reek havoc
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