Breakfast

Some of the good things that we can do PSA, When we start shooting the fucker come out Yeah, yeah I'm so cold with it, the potency of the beat is consistent With the fact that most did it prolific Not shakin' or stirred in the presence of those niggas herbs They only after ya bread them fuckin' birds You think they like your haircut fair enough Live your life partna, guess I can keep them two cents in my pocket And back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors And stayed real I kept my promise Rolled bamboos in the bahamas, Mama It's either that or them strawberry coladas X-box, web browser Download or updated NBA roster play Eighty-two game season, condo full of snacks, spitta not leavin' off Brand muthafuckas, odd number, you are not even on my level Write that sickness my ink pen sneezin', yancy thigpen Can't catch me sleepin', you hear hustlin' muthafucka And I'm eatin', creepin' with my side bitch Hope I don't get caught cheatin' New Orleans this morning New York in this evening Squintin' they eyes and shit they can't see him Fly in the house buzzin' them bugs can't be him Elegible letters in my leger They can't read him smilin, money pilin' I'm cheesin, odometer broken I ain't know that I was speedin' fast livin' Slow gin for these bitches I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga SV Diablo 96, wings lift Daniel san, crane kick Whoa! (Whoop) You're the best around You're the best around You're the best