Cronies
Niggas used to be my friends but wanna make amends
That's cause they see a hundred M$ hanging off my limbs
It's duly noted I'm devoted to my pockets loaded
And Willy Wonka couldn't mold way it's candy coated
I bring her ice cream when she bloated 'cause you been demoted
It's too much money to be folded don't know where to hold it
I'm never new to this stay true to this you know my motto
I spent a ticket like the lotto on a brand new auto
I pop a bottle with a model while we hide in Cabo
It's so much fog up in the silo look like Sleepy Hollow
I have a sojourn out in Cairo take off like Apollo
And land in Greece, then we feast on authentic gyros
I fill the engine with ignition fuck up the suspension
You got my soldier at attention all this sexual tension
What's your math and your extension I forgot to mention
I pay tution got a pension never penny pinching
And if you wanna be a leader need to learn to follow
And most you niggas built to follow so that's hard to swallow
I put my hand upon the bible dead upon arrival
All my discography archivals never no survivals
I'm on my cocyx in the tropics getting hella chocolate
With a Hottentot of Venus who love going topless
Blowing toxic from my chakras living my biopic
I have the valet pull it up and hop into the cockpit
This one for my homies this one for the cronies
Nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only
Yea, this one for my homies this one for the cronies
A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
Switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's
A nigga flow like the Nile it's casualties for miles
I throw cadavers in a pile let the stench get foul
I tell my story with a smile let you know my trials
The last griot with a tongue, the last prophet of the sun
The 12 valve and the handling is so agile
My initials in the towels and I'm well endowed
I'm well bred, well read, almost over they heads
I keep a tool like a shed plus a drill in bed
Gold teeth in my jowls, verbiage like bowels
I spit bile, sick, vile, CDC compiles
Big files and gazettes on cds cassettes
That I eject so adept from my throat and neck
I came to wreck, cut the check, I ain't accomplished yet
A plot of land plus a plow and a baby cow
I purchase a mast and a bow since I'm wavy now
Hop off the deck soaking wet to a private jet, yea
This one for my homies this one for the cronies
A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only
Yea, this one for my homies this one for the cronies
A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only
Homie
That's cause they see a hundred M$ hanging off my limbs
It's duly noted I'm devoted to my pockets loaded
And Willy Wonka couldn't mold way it's candy coated
I bring her ice cream when she bloated 'cause you been demoted
It's too much money to be folded don't know where to hold it
I'm never new to this stay true to this you know my motto
I spent a ticket like the lotto on a brand new auto
I pop a bottle with a model while we hide in Cabo
It's so much fog up in the silo look like Sleepy Hollow
I have a sojourn out in Cairo take off like Apollo
And land in Greece, then we feast on authentic gyros
I fill the engine with ignition fuck up the suspension
You got my soldier at attention all this sexual tension
What's your math and your extension I forgot to mention
I pay tution got a pension never penny pinching
And if you wanna be a leader need to learn to follow
And most you niggas built to follow so that's hard to swallow
I put my hand upon the bible dead upon arrival
All my discography archivals never no survivals
I'm on my cocyx in the tropics getting hella chocolate
With a Hottentot of Venus who love going topless
Blowing toxic from my chakras living my biopic
I have the valet pull it up and hop into the cockpit
This one for my homies this one for the cronies
Nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only
Yea, this one for my homies this one for the cronies
A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
Switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's
A nigga flow like the Nile it's casualties for miles
I throw cadavers in a pile let the stench get foul
I tell my story with a smile let you know my trials
The last griot with a tongue, the last prophet of the sun
The 12 valve and the handling is so agile
My initials in the towels and I'm well endowed
I'm well bred, well read, almost over they heads
I keep a tool like a shed plus a drill in bed
Gold teeth in my jowls, verbiage like bowels
I spit bile, sick, vile, CDC compiles
Big files and gazettes on cds cassettes
That I eject so adept from my throat and neck
I came to wreck, cut the check, I ain't accomplished yet
A plot of land plus a plow and a baby cow
I purchase a mast and a bow since I'm wavy now
Hop off the deck soaking wet to a private jet, yea
This one for my homies this one for the cronies
A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only
Yea, this one for my homies this one for the cronies
A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi
I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni
I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only
Homie
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Writer(s): Renaldo Mcclinton
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