Cat Food

Trying to take it from stickers to billboards
Clippers to deal talk
Real talk
Hop up on the stage and I feel more
Show sold out but I'm still poor
Jugging at home like Milhouse
Trying to get the mill how
Need a little window on my teeth not grilled out
Got to get the field green
Grinding now the field brown
Looking down on light work
That ain't how the lights work
She looking kinda
She pretty in a tight skirt
Preference is the baggy trackie
I'll happily send the addy
I ain't nothing brief I'm in some boxers on a Manny Pacqui
Bend it like some Laffy Taffy
Right now I'm her baby boy but soon I'll be her daddy pappi
It's about to go down I'm on a roll now
This ain't the slow sound it more like profound
And here I am
Normally I don't chat crud but here I can
Let that shit slap bap ya hear the bang

I told you so
(I did man)
It's done it's done
(Ay where you see that name at boy?)

Uh
See my name in lights I swear it's set in stone
Bruv how can I be out here in my flesh and bone
I swear I don't wanna be 20 man I'm getting old
By this age I needed a million records sold
But I'm too picky move Ziggy with the new thingy
Hit the stage who is he?
Boy got the room busy
I been rocking these Air's since we signed the first option
I ain't got a day job, that's the problem
I don't smoke cigarettes, that's the problem
Weed addict with bad habits save me your tears
Clocked the game not trading my piers were making it clear relax
The best heat ain't even touched wax boy
I ain't never dropped 10 tracks in a year
Yet somehow here I am and I'm here
Are you hearing this?
Are you hearing this?
Open your fucking ears bruv
Open your fucking ears
Open your eyes, we're here
Sick in the head
Run it again
Pussy