Miles Powers - Ratatouille (feat. love-sadKID)

Ratatouille when I mix ingredients, eat a can of beans
And call it dinner with some Wheaty Thins
You can call that EDM, I'ma call it noise, yeah
You can call me greedy man, 'least I got it goin' yeah
I'ma take the blame that I already got like Akon did
Fuckin' sign every tweet up on some Based God shit
What a great idea! Just stating how I feel
Just waiting for my time, think I grinded off the wheel
You second-hand with ya slander, while my records handed to ya
My banter next level, you would think it's pandered to ya
A promise is a promise, drama ends when I plan it
Calm as shit with no Xanax, pit stop to piss on your planet
This is organic, yes lord like Paak!
No "P A C" that's "P A A K," no class
No cap, when put myself up there with anyone
Ain't he blunt? Oh you gon' weep, that's a pity son
In my city we be litty litty, roll a blunt, Forrest Gump
I been runnin' from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah
In my city city we be litty litty, roll this blunt, Forrest Gump
I been runnin' from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah
Mic check, yo
I been running, I been tripping, still ain't stopped to tie my laces
Face engraved in pavement, guess I left a mark
I been jumping, hopping fences, skipping, dodging all the statements
I just wanna party, you can hate me when I'm gone!
Up to bat, bet I beat the ball right out the park, homerun!
So watch me dance around the bases and gawk
And it's a team game, but baby I'm the star player, hard favor
Have 'em in the crowd loud, wall shaking, heart racing
And still rocking that same ol' subtle sound, tumbling out with two left feet
But bet I'd still be home tomorrow if that shit's left up to me
And ain't no rat inside my hat, no quid pro quo, no victories
There isn't too much left to be except the king
Been testing laws of physics relatively speakin'
I ain't Big L, ain't gonna leave your belly leakin'
Barely peaked my head out this morning, am I disarming?
Clearly not, 'cause granted I'm bombing, damn it I'm on it
Like BLAT, that's two in the chamber, truant no class
Cue the lights, sell the tickets, I'll do addition for that
The last act, hey ASCAP, back up the Brink's truck
Leave me with some gold and my queen, you know, king stuff
King Tut yeah my room's my tomb, doomed to die here
Need to park the ride, yellin' "Moses part the tide here!"
Kaiser how I'm Permanente, tall and proud
On ascension did I mention what I'm all about?
In my city city we be litty litty, roll a blunt, Forrest Gump
I been runnin' from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah
In my city city we be litty litty, roll this blunt, Forrest Gump
I been runnin' from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah
Like holy fuck! Oh, woah
Like holy fuck! Oh
Like holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck
Holy fuck, oh
Like holy fuck! Oh, woah
Like holy fuck! Oh
Like holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck
Holy fuck

Written by:
Benjamin McGibboney, Miles Evans

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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