Lyrics Fat Cat - Step1

I'm insane
I'm just not afraid to admit it
Just got up
No, can't deal with bitches
I need to roll up
Go out and get it
Mind your business
No extensions of my mind found in you
My N-word look inward
Fund my way
Good music son's tirade
Months I made due timing
Who climbing
You permission slipping for assigning

I'll whoop your hiney
And touch your bitch hymen
Then get high then get high then get high, man
High demand, hide the man
I'm a dick, no won't say hi to fans
Good times make me sad and shit
I prefer the bad
I just laugh at shit
How I end up here
Take me, t-take me back
Put me down, put my back
Make my intent clear

Life weird like the babysitter
Why the fuck you bring a nigga
Mom, Dad, yes I'm feeling really bitter
Thinking about death since the
Sandwich with the peanut butter
We don't love life
How the fuck we love each other
Mother said don't give no girl
Notes to listen to
No long texts
Just illicit news
Explicit views on the world make me rude

Take a pill
No, actually I won't
Yes, I like to sleep
So fuck being woke
Fuck being dead
And fuck these thoughts in my head
I'ma need better game and a lot more bread, yeah
That's what I said, yeah
That's how I feel, yeah
They on the wheel, yeah
That's on the real, yeah

That's how I feel, yeah
That's on the real, yeah
I gotta spill, yeah
Before I kill, yeah
That's how I feel, yeah
That's on the real, yeah
I gotta spill, yeah

Got ghosted
You was supposed to text me back
I was posted
Posting hate on the POTUS, facts
Fuck the oval
Yeah, I'm the opus, yo
It's hard to cope with this dope in my DNA
I'm vain to the vein
Just hope I remain close to sane
Be calm, I'm a bomb squad
Like napalm
Chilling in the palms
World in my palms
Girl under my thumb
She rolling like the stones
I get stoned for fun
She like coke straight, nigga
Like fuck the rum
I'm like fuck the drums
Because I'm the drums
And I'm the drug, the addiction

You a drag
You can't drag the jack
You must be smacked
Can't match a back
Your pack is wack
Your raps just be lacking facts
Your tactic's trash talk
Tick tock, stop, you got got
Don't get hot that your pot too trimmy
No I'm not too friendly
Hope my Mom don't need no kidney
Told God She too pretentious
And the friends that seem so friendly
Man, I know, I know-know y'all pretending
Every story need a ending
Tend to mend the truth
Can't get caught off guard
So we man the troops
What's your excuse
What's the scoop
Got the proof I'm the truth
Tell the youth stop selling all these goofs, oops

That's how I feel, yeah
That's on the real, yeah
I gotta spill, yeah
Before I kill, yeah
I'm feeling ill, yeah
Low pills, yeah
Grow it from the earth, yeah
Better put me in the dirt, yeah

See my girth, yeah
Getting fat on you niggas
Fat cat on you niggas
On the track on you niggas
Usain Bolt on you niggas
Watch me get gold on you niggas
Y'all niggas more Adam Silver
You fucking bronze medal ditch niggas, fill ya, nah

Rolling face
I'm just trolling her page
I don't fuck with a cook
And she swole at the face
I'm sparking my cookies
You can't get a taste
That's just... I was already done