Catfish Heaven

True collar fella, don't call me high yella
Coolin', but got family that'll jump you
Right out of them Margielas (uhh)
Esteem boat afloat, I raise it to a yacht
Navigate the waves, you know my brain the propeller
Cave dweller, hang in dark room where I develop
I call it the stu, mothership funkadelic
Been that nigga since the sandbox
Stayed in batting practice
Y'all was too cool for the sandlot, now I can't stop
Kickin' up dirt, I call it being honest
Gotta slide in some mud to stride in the polish
Learning more about grace, y'know, acknowledge then you let go
It go together like, watching Scandal with bordeaux
Gotta get it for granny, whether going's good or grim
Ghetto or grotto, better know that I'm golden from within
Guaranteed what I'm granted, no g-g-g-gah gibberish
This grown man grizzly, goin' off, getting grits

Aye yo I'm active, mad lit, might do a backflip
'Specially when I'm off the protein from the catfish
Love the flavors, baked, grilled, fried, even blackened
So good got me yelling yaaaooo like my adlib (yaaaooo)
Magic to me, don't need no hattrick
Gimme Welch's grape, mac n' cheese, collard greens, and the catfish
Welch's, mac n' cheese, collard greens, and the catfish
Welch's, mac n' cheese, collard greens, and the catfish

Love to my sister, Nabi she a trooper
We plot out in the delta, shouts to Tuscaloosa, Bama talk
Finna cop land, and moonbeam from a street in the east
All the way down to the city, ya peep? It's all crescent
I hit the canvas harder than bodies in pro-wrestling
To spark the art, leave a mark, and keep the lights on
In a place where rent will grip you tighter than a python
Finessing even getting costly, I'm off, b
Might turn into that quiet nigga, relocate it down south
Let my heart swell with a southern belle, and I'm out
No time for overpromises, and flakey hugs
That leave yo ass feeling less lit than an empty club
But my bounce back, ballcap, beautifully bended brim
Blast ya Bose, Beats, or whatever your ears are in
Tell Benny and the Jets I'm b-b-b-bringing the bliss
It's black as a Bernie Mac bit-cheeeaaa

I'm active, mad lit, might do a backflip
'Specially when I'm off the protein from the catfish
Love the flavors, baked, grilled, fried, even blackened
So good got me yelling yaaaooo like my adlib (yaaaooo)
Magic to me, no need for hattrick
Gimme Welch's grape, mac n' cheese, collard greens, and the catfish
Welch's, mac n' cheese, collard greens, and the catfish
Welch's, mac n' cheese, collard greens, and the catfish