Fat Cats, Starving Dogs

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[Chorus: Rich Brian] If my grandpa was alive, man, he'd be proud of me Eight years I've been walkin' this shit, I'm raisin' prodigies Favors on favors, surprised that no one thanking me Can't have my trust back like check your return policy (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) [Verse 1: Rich Brian] Stoppin' the rain, I pick up the pen The calm and the solitude humbled a man Re-coupin' 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 bitches without a degree RZA prayed for the boy on the wax, I was never meant to fail, uh Five years I ain't drop still stepping on you bitches like a scale, uh I ain't seen a school hall, but I pray to God, my babies go to Yale, uh Never see you put work in favorite line "life ain't fair", uh [Verse 2: Rich Brian] 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 [Verse 3: Maxo Kream] Killin' niggas, I been killin' g— (Maxo, Maxo, hey, hey) Killin' niggas, I been killin'— (Maxo, Maxo) Trigga Maxo, Waka Flacka with tha' choppa 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' zips and hanging with the crips since pissy mattress Shake' n Bake, serving Jenny Jones and Ricky Lake I dick-er, gave her snicker, she swallowed the nuts like Milky Way (ew) Speedin' down the interstate, Yeezy at half a brick of Yay Demon track hawk, I see the narcs, I lead 'em on a race (vroom) Slapwood cigar, P.L.R. and baby, Draco K Stuffed it in a pink pussy, told him "We servin' Mary K" (servin' Mary K) [Chorus: Rich Brian] If my grandpa was alive, man, he'd be proud of me Eight years I've been walkin' this shit, I'm raisin' prodigies Favors on favors, surprised that no one thanking me Can't have my trust back like check your return policy [Outro: Rich Brian] Got a potential female love interest flying on set Copy what's the E.T.A. on the ice cream cones? I said, "What's the E.T.A. on the ice cream cones?" Anyone? Never mind, I'll do it myself, fucking assholes
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Credits
- Writers
- Rich Brian
- Maxo Kream