Chicken And Biscuits

Where I'm going and where I've been had that blend since I used champagne to wash down chicken and biscuits Ladies and gentleman I beg your pardon I stepped back while the bros caught the red eye no harden I'm talking live footage of balancing priorities Trading in being a vanity slave for maturity Favorite jays in the store for me... still had to skip em tho Balancing all that's thrown at me... never claiming victim tho This is just a story I ain't come from shit and now I'm getting custom shit and putting dents up in the inventory Can we have a conversation I got access... mastered excess. now it's time to master moderation That's my obligation talking to myself over music Free game if you ear hustling and chose to use it Oh let's do it... win at life it's not game I'm out here cooking like I'm on a wok to flock a flame Or maybe I'll just pick up chicken & biscuits They keep me out of shape isn't round a shape can I get a witness? No... naked video but how does it feel To have your car break while you wait on mama's hospital bills You probably wanna get high take a flight some tangible shit Wait... I put my self between dangelos... shit I'm a warrior I marvel at the fact I'm lowkey... that's so me Got trophies you won't see unless you get to know me But please don't expose me.dear bros Some looking for a hero I'm just a grinder and these here foes Be looking real friend-ish... it's the new age of enemies That knows you down to share and your plate is where their dinner be As they starve and you know everybody eats Before you seen paid in full cuz you heard it on the streets As a youngin... riding bikes with Buddha We was smoking beedis... thought we was smoking buddha Watching the intruders... they was doing b and e's Homie was the shooter... we played like we ain't seen a thing What a scene back to playing tryna regain innocence Just another day in the hood... sometimes it gets intense Don't call me bourgeois if you don't have these memories I'm working usually so my kids don't have these memories Everyone can't survive trauma for them i don't wanna risk it So I need bread with more bread you know chicken and biscuits Get this I been broke but I been lit since Way before your favorite nigga seen my style and bit this On god tho... is that a pause? The hell if I know At drive thrus getting chicken and biscuits rushed pronto Never mind tho take your time... make sure that you cook it right The goal is being right not just looking right... With first time wear airs in the air from a recliner Like can I kick it in streetwear held up by designer If it ain't joggers no need to jog my memory To never bring up things that to some is worth mentioning Cuz silence it's golden how I grew up All this over sharing just seems overbearing privacy is too tough Killing niggas how they can't see our face but the clan ain't klu klutz Where we been chasing new bucks in a fresh pair of nubucks You know double the soul I'm down to double the goals Get more bread than I can hold in these wheats but don't sell my soul Keep the devil in the hole I heard that seeing the wire But near him my thoughts are at home because they so fire Put my life on the line like ima risk it If you see the bread and it's in your head these are not my mommas biscuits