Dead Cats
Yo, Oaklee, you think you tough, but you ain't hard, Two dead cats in the yard, man, that's your card, Pops don’t even claim you, left you in the dust, Got no love in your heart, just a pile of rust. Rolling through the streets, but you ain't got the clout, Every time you step up, man, you just scream doubt, Wearing hand-me-downs, acting like a king, But in the game of life, you ain't got a thing. (Verse 2) Compton’s got a vibe, but you lost in the mix, Tryna flex with your crew, but they pulling tricks, Talking big game, but you just a fool, In a city full of sharks, you just a lost tool. You think you tough, but your heart's made of glass, Run up on me, boy, you won't last, So step back, Oaklee, know your place, In this rap game, you just a ghost, no trace.
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Yo, Oaklee, you think you tough, but you ain't hard, Two dead cats in the yard, man, that's your card, Pops don’t even claim you, left you in the dust, Got no love in your heart, just a pile of rust. Rolling through the streets, but you ain't got the clout, Every time you step up, man, you just scream doubt, Wearing hand-me-downs, acting like a king, But in the game of life, you ain't got a thing. (Verse 2) Compton’s got a vibe, but you lost in the mix, Tryna flex with your crew, but they pulling tricks, Talking big game, but you just a fool, In a city full of sharks, you just a lost tool. You think you tough, but your heart's made of glass, Run up on me, boy, you won't last, So step back, Oaklee, know your place, In this rap game, you just a ghost, no trace.
You’re dead kid