Cataracts lyrics
by Pusha T
[Intro]
Yeah, check, check, yeah, uh
Chillin' in my, uh, uh
Chillin’ in my, chillin' in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin’ in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh
[Chorus]
Old school, Chevy things, Cadillacs
Smokin' on that good, good, good for my cataracts
f*ckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
Livin' la vida broke-a, f*ckin’ these smokers up and baggin’ crack
Antonio Montana dream, mama wasn't havin’ that
n*ggas ain't know no better, we'd f*ck 'em and pass ’em, we was passin' rats
b*tch, you wet my 'Wood up, dry my sh*t off 'fore you pass it back
[Verse 1]
b*tch, pass it back, pass the Act', codeine got me passin' out
Kron, mix it with cranberry, I'm tryna see what that about
'Member we hit that lick and tied up them Crips in that Atlanta house
Had to smoke that n*gga that came along with us 'cause he was gon' rat us out
Seem like my actions was devil-sent, I can't sympathize
f*ck Generation X, this generation genocide
Your social stat make you fantasize 'bout a homicide
To me, the God Allah is the Black man personified
Participatin' in killin' my own in search of wealth
Should he come knockin' at the door of your home, you know, we don't fear death
Knew the Lord was in the room when my daughter took her first breath
Cold turkey on the dope, had to gain the knowledge of self
[Pre-Chorus]
In my old school, Chevy thing, Cadillac
Good, good, good for my cataracts
Bad food, fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
[Chorus]
I'm chillin' in my old school, Chevy thing, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good, good for my cataracts
f*ckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat
Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
Livin' la vida broke-a, f*ckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack
Antonio Montana dream, mama wasn't havin' that
n*ggas ain't know no better, we'd f*ck 'em and pass 'em, we was passin' rats
b*tch, you wet my 'Wood up, dry my sh*t off 'fore you pass it back
[Verse 2]
Wish I could put that pus*y off in my pockets, I would leave with that
Hit me after your cycle, I need that pus*y with no strings attached
Fiendin' to get it, won't hit it, against my religion, a n*gga won't bleed for that
You lucky enough to get you a n*gga with morals, you need to take heed of that
Turkey bacon, b*tch, like my toast buttered on both sides
Chevy dipped in liquid cocaine, my Casper the Ghost ride
I let some people go from my company and they soul died
I know that they jumpin' straight into Hell, I pray that they nosedive
Mama said don't leave out the house if you ain't got Jesus with you
Last Supper, you might get f*cked by n*ggas that's eatin' with you
Side b*tch was trippin', I f*cked but won't spend the evening with her
My baby mama switched up her diet, I'ma go vegan with her
Father, please deliver us n*ggas, carnivorous n*ggas
I walk amongst the dumb, deaf, and blind, and them frivolous n*ggas
And dope, rap, and basketball punchin' a ticket for n*ggas
You put it in the book then I guess you done hid it from n*ggas
[Chorus]
I'm chillin' in my old school, Chevy thing, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good, good for my cataracts
f*ckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat (New sh*t)
[Verse 3]
Mashallah, rest in peace to Tha Jacka
Paradise, the next life, I'll see you in the hereafter
I'm in that ebony Instagram, my n*gga was mad I ain't smashin'
n*gga, I don't need you for the feature, really don't f*ck with no rapper
Don't got no problem with these n*ggas wearin' they dresses and skirts
But when you pop up with an opinion, they drag your name through the dirt
On the Day of Judgement, n*ggas gon' pay for they dirt
Including me, couldn't push my boat through the lake of fire 'cause my paddles was burnt
Uncle was smokin' that work
Can't come in the crib, I'll serve you through the gate
Smell the dope off in the air, Jimmy Duggan, shake and bake
Used to walk a dog with H
In and out, Empire State
'68 Chevelle, don't need no Bentley truck or f*ckin' Wraith
2014, addicted to lean, I was depressed as f*ck
Duckin' shots and wonderin' if my own n*ggas set me up
And if they knock me down, I wonder would one of my n*ggas help me up?
Pockets, they finger-lickin', they honey kettle chicken, breaded up
b*tch, get your bread up, b*tch
I say my pockets, they finger-lickin', honey kettle chicken, breaded up, b*tch
[Outro]
This that new sh*t
Madlib, that new sh*t
Takin' over, new Kane, woo
Let that sh*t ride out
You better pray twice, n*gga