Cat Food by Yours Truly published on 2021-04-13T20:02:17Z Cat Food flip on Aesop Rocks Cat Food instrumental Point him to the saucer and I dip like it’s cat food Annoying how I stick and I poke like a tattoo You ain’t even real, nothin that you spit is factual they cryin in the bathroom like I’m the fuckin asshole Instead of bein soft you can say that Im dope But they only open up their mouth for dick to smoke It was written in the stars, baby check my horoscope I was doing bad shit they had learnin in the portables Sitting on the porch, thinkin this life is beautiful Talkin to the quetzal, cleanin up my cuticles Red headed step child, what a life will do to you but is it truly beautiful or teetering or horrible They don’t fuckin get it It used to be depressin Now I keep it hidden Like the money in the dresser Got a foot up on they neck and I’m not gonna let up End it quicker then they did Chris brown in step up Hit a smooth lick homie thought it was a set up It was all yours truly the microphone checka My notices are off Their motives are wrong every idiots convinced he’s a living savant she said “babe you look stressed” I said I’m workin a lot I turned a back rub in to her jerkin me off And then i put it in a song thats me stirring the pot Tell me what’s a prophet When you’re dealing with god? An “independent” rapper Still livin with his mom Everybody feels unique because it hurts to be a cog I’m Diogenes meaning I’m a man of the dogs By now I know the locals Went and turned this shit off It’s like they write their songs To appeal to tik Tok Say they from the block they more like Rick Ross They hope the mixing and mastering distracts from the pageantry Motherfucker I’m deep Like my name is sandy cheeks I’m usher “can you handle it?” They turn into a pacifist I smile their way and Turn their handshakes into hamfists They searching for some confidence I’m searching for the amulet I’m foraging for mushrooms I use em as a sacrament I don’t get mad; I used to be a rap kid I remember the day it went From substance to fashion All the hiphoppers woke up Like “what happened” Switched up the style Making fun of indie rappers They say my name quiet Like they’re saying a bad word A dirty mother fucker I belong in the hamper Bad mother fucker go and put it on my wallet I’m nuts and I’m sweet like a watchamacallit I find it easy to be real in a land of the imposters They will suck a dick for a couple of dollars Do the type of shit to make you tell they mama on em I mind my business roll and smoke my marijuana smoke around the kids I’m living like a rasta I like my cheese on top of my pasta nobody really knows if I’m rappin or talkin If any rapper wants to step I will get him to walking I wake up every morning in a satin lined coffin look into the mirror start unpacking my problems Like “good god damn that’s a handsome monster” I’m the only person that don’t make me feel awkward Oooh damn I should let breathe Wait that don’t even sound like me So ima keep it pushin like a cushion full of push pins These rappers act hard when they as soft as pussy They only make music when every bodies looking Think it makes you dope to slap your name across a hoodie I’ve been doing this since before you even thought of it I seen the rise and fall of plenty of conglomerates I play with the blackball because I keep it honest I do this for me and that’s what hip hop is Homie you are not shit Neither am I Took a sip from the cauldron And looked to the sky Homie you are not shit Neither am I Took a swig from the cauldron And flew into the sky Genre Hip-hop & Rap Comment by NalaBee 🥳 2021-06-25T16:55:05Z Comment by Stevie Murrieta 🪦 2021-04-22T21:04:37Z Comment by Stevie Murrieta lmao 2021-04-22T21:01:40Z Comment by Doobie_snackss Faaackkkk foooo 2021-04-14T06:17:15Z Comment by Lexi SWEET. 2021-04-14T01:09:05Z