War Drums

Nowadays the music is free but shows cost money No need to ring my phone if you ain't got none for me My fans told me "Cat, you been chilling enough Now it's time to come and crush it with the rugged and rough" Dirty coats, yeah I see it, wouldn't wanna be me Smoke more weed than the nigga Wiz Khalifa Catch me backstage setting off smoke detectors Exotic ganja collector, marijuana professor GV some shit my man call God's vagina Soon as he fired up, you never smelled nothing finer "Is that your hottest man? Send him over, I wanna meet him" What he said, I couldn't believe him, had to grind quick to see him Little broke ass niggas still working for per diem My nigga stay grinding from the AM to the PM Get caught at the end of the barrel, wouldn't wanna be him Fucking with some gladiators in the coliseum I'm colder than a billionaire's shoulders You put stock in hemp, these slugs are shareholders I'm working on my temper, don't tempt me fool I make you swan dive from balconies and empty pools My flavor ride for the faculty, empty tools Super soak 'em 'til shit get cool from the heat Oxymoron, vegetables from the beef Try saying that slick shit without teeth I do the shit the average motherfucker won't do And say the shit the average MC can't fuck with You stupid if you thinking that that bitch want you With me, she get lucky, with you, she get stuck with We playing with big budgets Spit muskets, hit harder than Dick Butkus You sneak out restaurants, running out on your bill While I'm really 'bout to ante on that house on the hill, ill