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It's Cato the kid from the 718 Just getting started so heaven could wait The more that I hear all these new niggas cap It's hard to not sound like I'm starting to hate My shawty in Rick She definitely thick know what you wish Imagine I miss The top of my draft You not even last Foot on the gas And hand on the stick Stop throwing dirt on my name We 'posed to be fam I knew you since back of the van Before all the cash Or hoes with the wag' When you used to have faith in the plan 5 star service for the eater Ain't trynna be dramatic but I need her Only tell you one time like Bieber I had to trade my cancer for a Libra Shit still the same I'd die for my tribe Put money over hoes Won't slide on a vibe Send a pin for the link Let her come to my side She asked what I'm doing Then send me the eyes Don't keep 'em close Cause niggas be wock The way pussy make brothers change I be shocked I feel like a rasta Or like I got metta world peace on my roster This shit is on lock Victory sweet I'll take that for desert love some bottegas they go with her skirt Back of the sprinter We smoking on earth Your nigga a hater Could tell that he hurt Still in the cut with a heart on my shirt With some shades in the vip cause my eyes on alert Valet the whip Watch it when you reverse I'm guided by angels Won't step in a church This shit a movie I'm Stanley or Martin Squad full of ballers don't worry who starting My bitch in that She look like a artist Your bitch on a diet She look like she starving Even if I would've gave it break There's some money I still need to make There's some rappers I still need to bake How much sauce of mine is you gon' take? It's Cato the kid from the 718 Just getting started so heaven could wait The more that I hear all these new niggas cap It's hard to not sound like I'm starting to hate My shawty in Rick She definitely thick know what you wish Imagine I miss The top of my draft You not even last Foot on the gas And hand on the stick