[Hook: Pusha T, Pharrell]

I ain't in to fat-lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'

A cat's slippin' – is a cat drippin'

Why I say that? The cat's slippin', the MAC's spittin'

The cat drippin', look in the mirror, you's a fat kitten

Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

All I wanted growing up was remote controls

Now my whole life remote control

Hit the block – dope controlled

Got ghetto corners choking slow

Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!

This one's for my foes

Find yourself in a hopeless hole trying to go against him!

I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings

It - is what it seems, just call me Geppetto

A young stock market, put money in your pocket

'Cause when Pusha talk, it is the object then I drop it

I rose gold ya, huh? Pink diamond ya, hah?

Set it in a rhyme, now the industry got pink eye

Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton monogram

Pastels is cute; how you niggas follow suits so well?

These barrels encompass the heat from Hell

Nigga, the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh!

[Hook: Pusha T, Pharrell]

I ain't in to fat-lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'

A cat's slippin' – is a cat drippin'

Why I say that? The cat's slippin', the MAC's spittin'

The cat drippin', look in the mirror, you's a fat kitten

Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah

[Verse 2: Malice]

They rather see me not breathing than see me achieve

Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees

Jealous-hearted niggas, y'all wear it on your sleeve

Like a Scarlet Letter for the world to see

Can't hide the truth, descendents of Cain

So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein

My game way grown, this is known fact

When cats was Ac' coupe, I was Cadillac Brougham

I'm not these rap kids, with childish antics

Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards

These are higher stakes, this is not average weight

This is not pinching pennies, bitch, this is carrot cake

This is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros

They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow

But so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal'

Do as I do, so I can say, "Papa raised you well"

[Hook: Pusha T, Pharrell]

I ain't in to fat-lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'

A cat's slippin' – is a cat drippin'

Why I say that? The cat's slippin', the MAC's spittin'

The cat drippin', look in the mirror, you's a fat kitten

Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors

Nigga, don't make me open yours

Seen hearts beat through open sores

Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore

Punchline niggas on front time, silly ho shit

He who questions I is unfocused

Copperfield flow – yes! I'll make careers disappear

Like "Hocus Pocus" – no joke, it's Push'

[Verse 4: Malice]

Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord, who is he?

Who curse me, curse me? But doing me

It hurts me so, puts me through changes

So I got Porsches and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (Oh, oh!)

Ask Liva, but only if you speak the language

...And the rest is Comic View

Star Trak the movement – who you pay homage to?

You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy!

[Hook: Pusha T, Pharrell]

I ain't in to fat-lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'

A cat's slippin' – is a cat drippin'

Why I say that? The cat's slippin', the MAC's spittin'

The cat drippin', look in the mirror, you's a fat kitten

Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah