Still living home with ya moms/
And i'm still hurtin over pops
The little cat was practice, for my later regime.
All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen
The little cat was practice, for my later regime.
50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen
I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,
It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
I did what i wanted man, dont listen to my moms
Pop toasters and they live with they moms
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,
You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught
Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
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