Honeycoloured
Good better best i just never let it rest
Till your good is better and your better is your best
I'm universal north, south, east and the west
Life is like a beat I can feel it in my chest
I'm coming for everything my haters said I couldn't have
Without all you haters I could say I wouldn't have
Thinking everyday being stuck in this loop
Blowin hella trees got me feelin like I'm snoop
Dropped a verse for my boi at hip hop nights
Homies keep talkin bout the flip flop fights
I'm like damn
All these dudes be trippin
Ego is the buildin all these bois be flippin
Haters gonna hate boi stoners gonna bake boi
Bitch I'm from the hood in the 6 like I'm drake boi
While all these people being fake
I'm just getting baked like a cake
See this steak on my plate Imma eat it
You can call me MJ cause I beat it Beat it beat it like a drum
I just spoke to god and he told me I'm the one
Life's a fuckin race everybody's on the run
Appreciating all the greatness feelin like young
Blowin hella trees I be blazing like the sun
I keep it fresh like reliance
For real I feel like I got the touch like I'm Midas
My mind is so corrupt feel like a virus
Subzero man its a cryogenic crysis, isis
Most of my bars about weed
Ma told me stop smokin if you wanna succeed
Let me tell you bout the time when I first got caught
Back in the time when I rocked that top knot
This was way back bro back in the day
She found a video of wiz Khalifa rollin jay
At this point I was blazed man just like always
Mama smell the Kush on me just like all days
And then she found a couple small jays
She just want to correct me every time I'm in the wrong way
Yeah I just love my mama
More than black people in the states who love Obama
Ayeee
Fuck all these hoes and their drama
What goes around comes around bitch that's karma
Bitch I ain't a play station you can't play me
I'm climbing up the ladder some day I'll meet with jay z
Swae lee, I got that dude on my Snapchat
He moves around with this monkey in his backpack
RIP rest in peace Mac miller
Moral of the story drugs is the killer
My flow so cold boi you know that I'm a chiller
It's kjo on the beat Im a motherfucking sinner
Damn!
Till your good is better and your better is your best
I'm universal north, south, east and the west
Life is like a beat I can feel it in my chest
I'm coming for everything my haters said I couldn't have
Without all you haters I could say I wouldn't have
Thinking everyday being stuck in this loop
Blowin hella trees got me feelin like I'm snoop
Dropped a verse for my boi at hip hop nights
Homies keep talkin bout the flip flop fights
I'm like damn
All these dudes be trippin
Ego is the buildin all these bois be flippin
Haters gonna hate boi stoners gonna bake boi
Bitch I'm from the hood in the 6 like I'm drake boi
While all these people being fake
I'm just getting baked like a cake
See this steak on my plate Imma eat it
You can call me MJ cause I beat it Beat it beat it like a drum
I just spoke to god and he told me I'm the one
Life's a fuckin race everybody's on the run
Appreciating all the greatness feelin like young
Blowin hella trees I be blazing like the sun
I keep it fresh like reliance
For real I feel like I got the touch like I'm Midas
My mind is so corrupt feel like a virus
Subzero man its a cryogenic crysis, isis
Most of my bars about weed
Ma told me stop smokin if you wanna succeed
Let me tell you bout the time when I first got caught
Back in the time when I rocked that top knot
This was way back bro back in the day
She found a video of wiz Khalifa rollin jay
At this point I was blazed man just like always
Mama smell the Kush on me just like all days
And then she found a couple small jays
She just want to correct me every time I'm in the wrong way
Yeah I just love my mama
More than black people in the states who love Obama
Ayeee
Fuck all these hoes and their drama
What goes around comes around bitch that's karma
Bitch I ain't a play station you can't play me
I'm climbing up the ladder some day I'll meet with jay z
Swae lee, I got that dude on my Snapchat
He moves around with this monkey in his backpack
RIP rest in peace Mac miller
Moral of the story drugs is the killer
My flow so cold boi you know that I'm a chiller
It's kjo on the beat Im a motherfucking sinner
Damn!
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Writer(s): Kevin Joseph
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