Cats & Dogs

Knock knock, nigga, "Who's there" The motive too clear, and niggas with my attitude rare I walk around like I was Ric flair in the attitude era And I got no opps because they too scared I got bravado that could lead a mob through a fog completely blind And lead 'em back because I need a log I'm a machine that never need a cog All I got is pressure, I apply everywhere, it's like I need a job I know you see the squad, comparisons would label me a fraud Niggas see a toss-up, I just see a lob And after me they atrophy, what a catastrophe Cuz when I smack a beat, bro every lyric a decree of God I scar producers mentally and disrespectfully But I want shit that's meant for me, the cash especially When I'm on instrumentals can't nobody step to me Between me and these rappers it's a pretty big discrepancy It's no comparing me unless it's done respectfully Cuz when it comes to skill, there really ain't no equity I got the recipe that niggas f*ck with heavily So if you step to me then your livelihood is in jeopardy, yo The game swollen, the fame stolen, the name golden The play chosen, the main modus is plain slogans From Angola to Great Ocean I'll make motion I'm plain spoken you stay open to quaint notions The J' potent, I make dope and I break quota I stay cogent with great moments so take notice My brain focused these lame jokers is plain oafish You crave tokens, I'm Beethoven with great flowing I'm looking through the graphs Tryna stack so much I need a newer graph Need four years of college just to do the math You ride a proven path, all my shit is new to cats In your wildest dreams you couldn't doodle that, I'm too relaxed I move immune to traps, I stay the coolest cat Moving maps with words outta my buccal fat, now google that They heard my shit and said "the truth is back," treat the game like noodle packs Catch me in the booth committing brutal acts You cap rap, I snap raps like it's my last raps The bag fat, I laugh at these niggas' claptrap It's trash rap, I'm half mad I listened back jack I'm mad Max on rap tracks my shit attacks wax My backpack is flashbacks to nasty Nas raps I lack slack, my cash act like it's the nasdaq I clap back and blast cats like I was Jack-Jack F*ck brass plaques it's cash stacks my shit is past that