Cataracts

[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 Fuckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat Nine, extended clip attached Swingin' it like a battle axe Livin' la vida broke-a, fuckin’ these smokers up and baggin’ crack Antonio Montana dream, mama wasn't havin’ that Niggas ain't know no better, we'd fuck 'em and pass ’em, we was passin' rats Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up, dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back [Verse 1] Bitch, 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 nigga that came along with us 'cause he was gon' rat us out Seem like my actions was devil-sent, I can't sympathize Fuck 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 Fuckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat Nine, extended clip attached Swingin' it like a battle axe Livin' la vida broke-a, fuckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack Antonio Montana dream, mama wasn't havin' that Niggas ain't know no better, we'd fuck 'em and pass 'em, we was passin' rats Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up, dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back [Verse 2] Wish I could put that pussy off in my pockets, I would leave with that Hit me after your cycle, I need that pussy with no strings attached Fiendin' to get it, won't hit it, against my religion, a nigga won't bleed for that You lucky enough to get you a nigga with morals, you need to take heed of that Turkey bacon, bitch, 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 fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you Side bitch was trippin', I fucked 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 niggas, carnivorous niggas I walk amongst the dumb, deaf, and blind, and them frivolous niggas And dope, rap, and basketball punchin' a ticket for niggas You put it in the book then I guess you done hid it from niggas [Chorus] I'm chillin' in my old school, Chevy thing, Cadillac Smokin' on that good, good, good for my cataracts Fuckin' up this bad food, fast food, gettin' fat (New shit) [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 nigga was mad I ain't smashin' Nigga, I don't need you for the feature, really don't fuck with no rapper Don't got no problem with these niggas 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, niggas 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 fuckin' Wraith 2014, addicted to lean, I was depressed as fuck Duckin' shots and wonderin' if my own niggas set me up And if they knock me down, I wonder would one of my niggas help me up? Pockets, they finger-lickin', they honey kettle chicken, breaded up Bitch, get your bread up, bitch I say my pockets, they finger-lickin', honey kettle chicken, breaded up, bitch [Outro] This that new shit Madlib, that new shit Takin' over, new Kane, woo Let that shit ride out You better pray twice, nigga