Organic

Baby girl my buzz organic, fuck the Hennessy
I'm a shooting star, swear to God you gon' remember me
And I been a G, they don't know me, just my energy
Got enemies who probably want to do me like I'm Kennedy
So I hit a left then a right then I duck quick
I became a chef with the knife I got cut with
Why would I be pressed, this the life that I'm stuck with
I became a chef with the knife I got cut with

Got these chickens barking, in the parking lot of my apartments
This city feel more like a coffin sometimes
I keep it real even though it's awkward sometimes
I drip too hard like I'm the Sauce Twinz sometimes
I know
Rest in peace to all these lame hoes
Momento Maur of everything that shorty came for
Went outer space and met an angel
You got the curse of curves and cute is what we aim for
Live from the city that always sleep but somehow
Be hustling way off in the deep end
She ain't met nothing but all my needs, I don't cap
'Cause I don't really see a reason, let's go

Baby girl my buzz organic, fuck the Hennessy
I'm a shooting star, swear to God you gon' remember me
And I been a G, they don't know me, just my energy
Got enemies who probably want to do me like I'm Kennedy
So I hit a left then a right then I duck quick
I became a chef with the knife I got cut with
Why would I be pressed, this the life that I'm stuck with
I became a chef with the knife I got cut with

I tell her bleed something baby if you love me
And fuck me if you trust me
And fuck me if you don't I guess too
When you leave I be feeling hella dusty
And like I aint myself
Then I realize it's because I miss you
I got the 40 on my back and out in front on both sides
I keep my seat laid back reclined and sit up straight when I ride
I was only 17 and saw my fate get decided
Before you taste it must buy it
Before you face it must light it

Baby girl my buzz organic, fuck the Hennessy
I'm a shooting star, swear to God you gon' remember me
And I been a G, they don't know me, just my energy
Got enemies who probably want to do me like I'm Kennedy
So I hit a left then a right then I duck quick
I became a chef with the knife I got cut with
Why would I be pressed, this the life that I'm stuck with
I became a chef with the knife I got cut with



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Aufenkamp
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