Milk and sugar Tea and honey I thank my God Then go get this money They watch my numbers And they treat me shady Keep me covered going in this might get wavy
Pick it up where I left off Nothin' left at the press box And they heard Imma twist my dreadlocks Like you best not Fix me up with that headshot Cause this world be spinning too fast for me Hard times we take them casually No problems got no enemies I hope eerything good don't end! Palm trees and g Pens Think I'm fallin in the deep end Yeah, but I hang 10 This that bang bang boogie This that grand slam rookie Stay good like gram made cookies Do shit they swear we couldn't Yo this my exposition And the more they talk the less I listen Y'all just sit around and smoke them blunts and blame the system Quite ambitious Check those packages we been deliverin' thats the difference Moving through the city looking all suspicious Rasta vision, cutting checks, killin competition Through the legs, only shoot swishes only mess with cute bitches The stoop kids of LA Said i'll be here for a minute then I'm gone the next day But that's okay Let me worry bout me She be like while don't you just stay I got too much up on my plate I'll be back around the way I been moving in my ‘92 Honda civic coupe With the sunroof missing too I feel like mista cool No one said a thing ‘bout rules, so we make our own Roll it up i'm coming through I need that for my dome Born some time in ‘95 I had my smile wild shouts to cops who let it slide It's been a wild ride This my light i let it shine They never put it out do that shit they talk about what you ‘bout
Milk and sugar Tea and honey I thank my God Then go get this money They watch my numbers And they treat me shady Keep me covered going in this my brother wavy
I'm singing cause I wanna sing I'm singing cause I wanna sing I'm singing cause I wanna sing Im goin in cause I don't give a fuck a what a ring Yea all the bitches comin at me from the store Shoppin out the corner store Out the window bro How you gonna show up in a benz like that ho? You ain't makin no chedda! How you gonna show up in a benz like that ho? You ain't no betta! You might also like
Compositor: Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #20233386