J-Runnah - Regular Cat lyrics

[Hook] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some n***a hit me with consignment sh**, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a n***a ever frontin, I'mma wet 'em wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some n***a hit me with consignment sh**, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a n***a ever frontin, I'mma wet 'em wit that [Verse1] My gunz, my credentials, I'm geased up Hate a n***a that don't know me and swear that Bleek front Cause I'm a little n***a, so what, I did my thang Now I came up, f** a n***a gon tell me? Before this Bleek sh**, a n***a couldn't eat and sh** I sold d**, fascinated by this sneaker sh** On hot days I found ways to clock pay Had yellow tops now my topz is gray Cause one these lame n***as got the color of mine But one problem, n***as work ain't as bu*ter as mine And you got to believe, yo I'm dope in its rawest form, poppy seed And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales Clock mel, half of my dogz ain't rottweil We bout to work wholesale, and flip the price the retail Wha...... [Hook] [Verse 2] I got the hood in me, so I guess I'm no good, n***a I stay strapped Cause I know a n***a could, n***a I chop grams in the crib wit my man We blew L's and politiced on how to expand We supplied the Vein Promised to go out in a blaze Before them pigz lock the game We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood It's no love, n***as will back out heat and let you hold slugz We took re-up money Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of Cee-Lo Could take my man life, Over 3 cdnt, My son was a little bit A n***a flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it A cool cat, and novody seemed to like him Dat was my dog so nobody had to like im I closed the vein down, I couldn't hustle no mo But still I hold heat ready to ride to war Cause I could die by this game Spit in the Mic and my life ain't no different Just a Regular Cat [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo Yo Why n***as throw Ice grills and I see you tight grill But I know if I squeeze you f*ggots gon squeal I laugh at y'al flash cash at y'all In the tinted whatever, ried right past y'all Me and my cod-ee and we all know Bleek Tight, the whole heat, you n***as don't know me Where the f** n***as know me from? (Marcy, son) You n***as frontin you ain't have heart to come Besides you n***as mad cause yo b**h ride shotty Round town, malibu mixed wit Bicardi She relaxed in da drop, Fendi shades matchin the watch Accent osets, the b**h kinda prop But her man think he untouchable Put his a** where he ain't comfortable, Lay him up for a few He'll realize, Bleek ain't the one to f** wit Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt wit I'm not the type to hit shotz and miss you The type to play you close to kiss you n***a describe the pistol, you hit wit When they fillin yo body wit liquid Now I'm on the low cause you told em it was Memphis Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up Yo mouth got you like that, and thats plain as f** I'm a Regular Cat, wha... [Hook]