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life - fat cat kareem lyrics

[vocal sample throughout]

[intro]
in the memory of all those slain
to all those locked in the cage
to all those lost and can’t find your way
yo, tell me what’s your life worth
huh?
what’s it worth

[hook]
life is worth more than diamonds, more than gold
more than platinum plaques or a million records sold
life is worth more than g’s, more than keys
more than bad b-tches and big guns to squeeze

[verse 1]
grow with me
we do on sound barrier breaking speeds
rhyme ways, scribble carry your thoughts to this sample
most worshippin’ the devil, but i’m true to myself
d-mn the wealth, when haters wanna bomb you like stealths
slap a rest in peace under your name
like big said: “things done changed”
when they see you, thinking mo’ range
watch a monkey rinse the game
add all pain, scream foul play when you pavin’ the way
a day in the life with f.k., without the jay
and the plot, to eradicate and air out my brain
that’s you never see me in a drop top, get my top popped
wifey screamin’ with cops to catch my k!llers… not!
the world got me high, fittin’ the pack fo’ glocks
who in the madness stop… when the last rapper drops
you’ll be over load the cops and hit ’em with headshots
or y’all n-ggas stop sucking each others d-cks and rock?

[hook]

[verse 2]
ain’t got many friends on my life
my pops been in the pen, trying to make amends
seen n-ggas’ hem getting taken to the cleaners
you can’t take the lost resort to the neeners
some half-way thug shot my cuz’ through the p-n-s
all in the quest for fame, street dreamers
hit’em, crack the femur
handicap-plate ya’ beemer
you ain’t built for this, we see through you like zima
canary type, banana in your tail pipe
n-gga you hyped, facing twenty-five to life
sh-ts kiss you good night, should’ve learned how to fight
impress your bud’s pipes, my verbs are just right

[hook]

[verse 3]
now everybody wants their slice of the good life
no matter the price, fed pen, it’s aight!
forty years, forty summers, forty birthdays
forty christmases, fortythousand sixhundred and ten days
no way, yes way – i’d rather struggle
move on black man, move on and cop the bubble
or [?v-dozen], what you saying if it wasn’t
in yo’ graphs to obtain, so negative buyers refrain?
i came a long way, for real, remain accepted
when i had my first brush with the law
that was about twelve joints ago
now i got joints on the radio
battlescars scar my flesh, nevertheless
i’m here to profess, got plans for big figures
got myself a house on the hill, we hit makers
d-mn the undertaker
i’d rather be lounging in jamaica with my fam
stashin’ a hundred grand

[hook]

- fat cat kareem lyrics

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