Denny's
Yeah, whew
This about to be some fire
People wonder what I'm doin'
I be skrtin' the ride
All my homies act like chicken
They pull up and their fried
I'm the worst in the game yeah
Psych I lied, Aero the Prophet on top
With God as my guide
This about to be a banger that'll blow yo' mind
People can't see my talent, well they're most likely blind
I've got the skills to pay the bills
And I've been on that grind
And if I ain't collectin' money it's a waste of my time
People actin' like they know me and it couldn't be faker
I'm about to get this bread so you can call me a baker and uh (ha)
Man I couldn't be more fresh
All these haters on my back, 'cause they know I'm up next
Speed limit 35, but I'm goin' 200
If the cops show up, I'm gettin' out and I'm runnin'
Gotta find a place to hide before my life gets sour
Gonna hide out in a Denny's man, that's 24 hour
While I'm in there might as well order up me some bacon
I could probably cook it myself with this fire that I'm makin' (ha)
I like to play it safe, I ain't one for risk takin'
But every girl I bring back home is straight cakin'
Spendin' money, I'm the best
Got some hair on my chest
Yeah we cookin' everyday
Twenty four seven got no rest
Yeah I'm stackin' up my checks
Checkmate bitch, chess
Said he wanted all the smoke, and I told him say less
Yeah I'm smokin' all this grass
Yeah my knuckles got that brass
Yeah he sayin' mad shit, like he talkin' out his ass
That's right I got class, never give me sass
Gonna break down this beat like it is fiberglass
Man this dude cut me off, so I'ma get a fender bender
People out here eatin' good
But all we eat are chicken tenders
Never catch me with my pants down
All we wearin' are suspenders
Yeah my neck be on the rocks, so you can call me a bartender (yeah)
These ladies be buggin' but I ain't talkin' a beetle
Long days, late nights but I ain't talkin' Medieval
Let my dawgs lead the way, like I'm walkin' a beagle
This is only part but but I ain't chalkin' a sequel (aye)
What the fuck?
Bitch, that was fire yeah
Whew
Yeah, whew
Aero the Prophet
This about to be some fire
People wonder what I'm doin'
I be skrtin' the ride
All my homies act like chicken
They pull up and their fried
I'm the worst in the game yeah
Psych I lied, Aero the Prophet on top
With God as my guide
This about to be a banger that'll blow yo' mind
People can't see my talent, well they're most likely blind
I've got the skills to pay the bills
And I've been on that grind
And if I ain't collectin' money it's a waste of my time
People actin' like they know me and it couldn't be faker
I'm about to get this bread so you can call me a baker and uh (ha)
Man I couldn't be more fresh
All these haters on my back, 'cause they know I'm up next
Speed limit 35, but I'm goin' 200
If the cops show up, I'm gettin' out and I'm runnin'
Gotta find a place to hide before my life gets sour
Gonna hide out in a Denny's man, that's 24 hour
While I'm in there might as well order up me some bacon
I could probably cook it myself with this fire that I'm makin' (ha)
I like to play it safe, I ain't one for risk takin'
But every girl I bring back home is straight cakin'
Spendin' money, I'm the best
Got some hair on my chest
Yeah we cookin' everyday
Twenty four seven got no rest
Yeah I'm stackin' up my checks
Checkmate bitch, chess
Said he wanted all the smoke, and I told him say less
Yeah I'm smokin' all this grass
Yeah my knuckles got that brass
Yeah he sayin' mad shit, like he talkin' out his ass
That's right I got class, never give me sass
Gonna break down this beat like it is fiberglass
Man this dude cut me off, so I'ma get a fender bender
People out here eatin' good
But all we eat are chicken tenders
Never catch me with my pants down
All we wearin' are suspenders
Yeah my neck be on the rocks, so you can call me a bartender (yeah)
These ladies be buggin' but I ain't talkin' a beetle
Long days, late nights but I ain't talkin' Medieval
Let my dawgs lead the way, like I'm walkin' a beagle
This is only part but but I ain't chalkin' a sequel (aye)
What the fuck?
Bitch, that was fire yeah
Whew
Yeah, whew
Aero the Prophet
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Writer(s): Eric Johnson
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