Fat Cats, Starving Dogs

If my grandpa was alive, man
He’d be proud of me
Eight years I’ve been walkin’ this shit I’m raising prodigies
Favors on favors surprised that no one thankin’ me
Can’t have my trust back like check your return policy

Stoppin’ the rain
I pick up the pen
The calm and the solitude humbled a man
Recoupin’ my loss
The darker the valley, the bigger the plan
The bigger the tour, then the bigger the bus
They wonder who next
They say that it’s us
And when I say us
I really mean me
I do not fuck a bitch without a degree

RZA prayed for the boy on the wax, I was never meant to fail
Five years I ain’t drop still stepping on you bitches like a scale
I ain’t seen a school hall but I pray to God, my babies go to Yale
Never see you put work in favorite line life ain’t fair

Where did he spawn from?
Boy, he been around
Took his time with the words made ’em proud
Quit the birds
And the serpents
Smiling wide but they be steady lurking
I got me some tactical insertions
And I’m back from the dirt
Still alert
Got the girth
And this bitch she want the, argh

Killin’ niggas, I been killing
Maxo, Maxo, hey
Killin’ niggas, I been killing
Maxo, Maxo

Trigga Maxo, Waka Flacka with tha’ [?]
Shoot his grandmother, baby momma
Like hibachi, chop sticks, servin’ Benihana
Shark up in the water, swimmin’ with piranhas

Pistol packin’, bout that action, never lacking, get it crackin’
I been servin’ [?] and hanging with the [?] since pissy mattress
Shake’ n Bake, serving Jenny Jones and Ricky Lake
I dicked her, gave her snicker, she swallow the nuts like Milky Way
Speedin’ down the interstate, Yeezy at half a brick of yay
Demon track hawk, I see the narcs, I lead em’ on a race
Slapwood cigar, PLR and baby [?] case
Stuffed it in a pink pussy, told him we servin’ Mary K

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