Baking Soda

Baking soda, baking soda Add another stroke then the painting sold Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh then the painting sold Baking soda, baking soda Add another stroke then the painting sold Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Palette on the stove with the baking soda I'ma add another stroke then the painting sold Habits sent me places that I can't control I established it alone nothing major though Intimately in the business of stretching out lessons Crammed in the business of pressure investеd From my early days verbal a vestigе Never quite know if they heard what I said From the smolder fake cold, unaffected See the glow of coals when scoping for mids I don't owe no one else but the reverend Who got my OG still folding her hands We got poles, why I flow so accessible Nothing in a excess but excess of course I was up on my bread, so I bet some more It got stacked and snatched rounded the checkerboard I'm a king but got less in this metaphor Nothing but my knowledge left to flex the poor Days of mine intersect with the best support Love my brothers, I wish I could tell 'em more They gon' feel when they get to the step I'm on When the mirror way under the pedestal And you traded your face for development And your tears is now trees I been gave my soul away to the drum I'ma live forever We ain't come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas' clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone 'fore I could see she ain't get the letter I been gave my soul away to the drum I'ma live forever We ain't come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas' clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone before I could see she ain't get the letter Soul away to the drum I'ma live forever We ain't come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas' clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone 'fore I could see she ain't get the letter I been gave my soul away to the drum I'ma live forever We ain't come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas' clever She say we either on drugs or need to be Which is better? She was already gone before I could see she ain't get the letter