Nate Husser – Catherine Lyrics


I’m 100-0 on st-catherine’s strip, a sinner and my life is like an acid trip, spinnin and my cup’s full, spillin and it’s been a long day don’t get your ass kicked, n*gga this that bastard
My momma did her best and I ain’t lyin
So plz don’t blame her for this n*gga losin his mind
I only came up only hearing bout n*ggas dyin
Every other week was some bullsh* killin my vibe
And I ain’t got older brother my oldest cousin inside now
So I guess Ima ride now for myself , since I will die by myself
Cause I got too much pride
I can’t even cry to myself
I was raised in a hood downtown boy that sh*t was covered by a cloud
I got used to the gun sounds , seen my best friends guts on the ground
For days it was left on the pavement on the same path I would Take on the way to school It changed nothin but the way that I hanged with dudes , I used to bang with dude
Even taught me how to slang the food
Kangaroo Jack n*ggas change and move
Back then we was makin major moves
I can’t lose was the attitude
And these are the things that the Catherine
Do to a n*gga or anybody passin thru
She’ll feed you when hunger strikes cash rules
In the belly of the beast that’s fast food
Do you cry x4
You got too much pride x4 Who gon ride x4
Who gon die x4
I’m 100-0 on st-catherine’s strip, a sinner and my life is like an acid trip, spinnin and my cup’s full, spillin and it’s been a long day don’t get your ass kicked, n*gga this that bastard
Hate the bank
Love the bank teller tho
She got a rack
What I tell her
Here deposit this
Gimme all it back
Hunnids plz
Dolla dolla bills
S’rap Sh*t is real
Take my dope money
Buy a grill
That’s just how I feel
Used to wrap my teeth with gold foil From the caramilk
Chocolate bars
As a kid
I still had bars as a kid
Boy I was a boss at ten
Make a twenty, cost me ten
Still waitin on my Father’s Day gift I turnt these boys to men
Friends to foes, wives to h*es
Seen n*ggas live they life for those
Seen n*ggas lose they lived for sh*t that ain’t even worth fightin for
And this who is who I write this for
These is my adversities
S’why it’ll cost you.. Hold up, call my manager to get a verse from me
And I’ll teach you all the birds and bees
My truth burns like the 3rd degree
And my family beggin me to stop cursing in each verse but it’s just me personally I ask
Do you cry x4
You got too much pride x4 Who gon ride x4
Who gon die x4
Do you cry x4
You got too much pride x4 Who gon ride x4
Who gon die tonight x4
I’m 100-0 on st-catherine’s strip, a sinner and my life is like an acid trip, spinnin and my cup’s full, spillin and it’s been a long day don’t get your ass kicked, n*gga this that bastard