Breakfast
Some of the good things that we can do
PSA, When we start shooting the fucker come out
Yeah, yeah
I'm so cold with it, the potency of the beat is consistent
With the fact that most did it prolific
Not shakin' or stirred in the presence of those niggas herbs
They only after ya bread them fuckin' birds
You think they like your haircut fair enough
Live your life partna, guess I can keep them two cents in my pocket
And back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
and stayed real I kept my promise
Rolled bamboos in the bahamas, Mama
It's either that or them strawberry coladas
X-box, web browser
Download or updated NBA roster play
Eighty-two game season, condo full of snacks, spitta not leavin' off
Brand muthafuckas, odd number, you are not even on my level
Write that sickness my ink pen sneezin', yancy thigpen
Can't catch me sleepin', you hear hustlin' muthafucka
And I'm eatin', creepin' with my side bitch
Hope I don't get caught cheatin'
New Orleans this morning New York in this evening
Squintin' they eyes and shit they can't see him
Fly in the house buzzin' them bugs can't be him
Elegible letters in my leger
They can't read him smilin, money pilin'
I'm cheesin, odometer broken
I ain't know that I was speedin' fast livin'
Slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga
SV Diablo 96, wings lift
Daniel san, crane kick
Whoa!
(Whoop)
You're the best around
You're the best around
You're the best
PSA, When we start shooting the fucker come out
Yeah, yeah
I'm so cold with it, the potency of the beat is consistent
With the fact that most did it prolific
Not shakin' or stirred in the presence of those niggas herbs
They only after ya bread them fuckin' birds
You think they like your haircut fair enough
Live your life partna, guess I can keep them two cents in my pocket
And back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
and stayed real I kept my promise
Rolled bamboos in the bahamas, Mama
It's either that or them strawberry coladas
X-box, web browser
Download or updated NBA roster play
Eighty-two game season, condo full of snacks, spitta not leavin' off
Brand muthafuckas, odd number, you are not even on my level
Write that sickness my ink pen sneezin', yancy thigpen
Can't catch me sleepin', you hear hustlin' muthafucka
And I'm eatin', creepin' with my side bitch
Hope I don't get caught cheatin'
New Orleans this morning New York in this evening
Squintin' they eyes and shit they can't see him
Fly in the house buzzin' them bugs can't be him
Elegible letters in my leger
They can't read him smilin, money pilin'
I'm cheesin, odometer broken
I ain't know that I was speedin' fast livin'
Slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga
SV Diablo 96, wings lift
Daniel san, crane kick
Whoa!
(Whoop)
You're the best around
You're the best around
You're the best
Credits
Writer(s): David Anthony Willis, Dante Smith, Shante Franklin
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