Watchu Want?

Call me a chef cuz I'm always cooking
Each time I pass by yo girl's always looking
I'm slicing and dicing these samples and beats
Holding my ground like elite soccer cleats
I'm left all alone, I'm holding my own
I ain't gotta ask mother fucker I'm grown
I'm just 23
Cats get nine lives, but I...
But I only have 3
But I only have 3 left

When I was 11 got hit by a car
Should've been in heaven but I made it this far
My history is cold, all my life has been snowing
But I ain't no bitch so I gotta keep going
Rolling with the punches that life throws at me
I won't let you get the best out of me
I'm coming from the lone wolf pack
Ready to attack
The brainiac, maniac mother fucker Katt

I say my name a lot just so you remember
I'm not very kind so bring your public defender
Here I go with a flow
Magic like a mage
Tearing like a page
Yelling on the stage
Letting out some rage
Yeah!
I use a whole bunch of words
But I'm better off talking to the fucking birds
I know you can hear, but yo do you listen?
How much of your life has gone missing?

The man of the hour
Bring em watch me devour
Don't expect sweet bitch I'm only sour
This is what happens when somebody breaks
Having to do whatever it takes
This is my attempt to escape
Driven by emotion and passion
Like the ocean is crashing but I enjoy the splashing



Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Tapia-huerta
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