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Biscuits
1,581
Hip-Hop/Rap
Biscuits was released on August 26, 2025 by WoodWorks Records/Death Row Records as a part of the album Wake Up Supa
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Release DateAugust 26, 2025
LabelWoodWorks Records/Death Row Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
D Smoke
D Smoke
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Nana
Nana
Vocals
DJ Battlecat
DJ Battlecat
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Farris
Daniel Farris
Composer
Calvin Broadus Jr.
Calvin Broadus Jr.
Composer
Nana Opong
Nana Opong
Composer
Priest J Brooks
Priest J Brooks
Composer
Kevin Gilliam
Kevin Gilliam
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D Smoke
D Smoke
Producer
Marvin Delgado
Marvin Delgado
Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Lord, bless my vision
Lord, bless my feet
Carry me to move heavenly so we could win the game in OT
God bless my mother, long live her dreams
And God forgive my sins and make my pockets obese, I feel
[Chorus]
Good
Like biscuits in the morning
I feel like
Fish and grits in the morning
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch, I'm waking up and they want it
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch I'm waking up
Thank God 'cause I feel
Supa, go stupid
Chump dissin'
This is fine wine shit
Watch this young boy go
[Verse 1]
I've been working my ass off like a microscope, I'm in the lab, boy
Running back with those passes off
Better give me space, like an asteroid
A hundred racks, I blow fast, Dogg
I ain't never seen that much cash before
Stacking bread, I got a half a loaf, morning affirmation, I'ma stack some more
When my baby give birth, we gon' use a doula in the pool tub, right there in the living room
When you lay with a queen and you make a new cub, you done moved up, better have the revenue
Married her heart, plus the pussy was edible
That fatty was medical
I buried my sorrow and planted a palm tree
I did what I had to do
Now Heaven, I'm asking you
[PreChorus]
Lord, bless my vision
Lord, bless my feet
Carry me from insanity to living life in line with your peace
God bless my mother
Long live her dreams
And God forgive my sins
And make my pockets obese
I feel
[Chorus]
Real good
Like biscuits in the morning
I feel like
Fish and grits in the morning
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch, I'm waking up and they want it
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch, I'm waking up
Time to get it
Supa, go stupid
Back up on your sinner man, once again
Watch this young boy go
[Verse 2]
I've been back on my real shit
Wrong **** you want to deal with
If I gotta pick and choose, whether win or lose, I gotta break some rules, then I'ma do it, that's real spit
That was my mindstate back in '86
A **** made it fit until I made it rich, and now it's morning time, bonafide, house on the ocean side
I'm eating eggs and grits, ain't it, mayne
Ain't that the truth?
Praying the fame, it don't stop the juice
Feeling super change in the booth
I'm in the coupe and I took the roof off
Thanking my God for another day
As I look up at the sky
My solution is to shine
In a time of death and killing, the revolution's televised, but I'm feeling
Supa good
[Chorus]
Like biscuits in the morning
Feel good like that
Fish and grits in the morning
Don't it
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch, I'm waking up
And I'm on it
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch, I'm waking up
Guess I'm Nina Simone-ing
[Chorus]
I feel supa good
Like biscuits in the morning
**** been baking through the aching
Fish and grits in the morning
When it's good, it's no mistaking
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch, I'm waking up and I'm I'm on it
Bitch, I'm waking up, bitch, I'm waking up
Time to get it
[Refrain]
Supa, go stupid
Back up on your sinner man, once again
Let me hear you say this shit
Supa, go stupid
Keep that NENA on me
And I got a whole fleet of homies
Where my homeboy at?
Na-na on Mama's
And I'm with the extras
But let me talk to y'all real quick
Yeah
[Outro]
Today I'm unsure of the path that I'm on, but I know we all got choices
See the footsteps that you laid for me, but I'm more intrigued by these voices
My cup runneth over, It'll be my luck I'm low on my portions
See the apple fall from your tree of life, I might gravitate to these forces, give me
Ears to hear an eyes to see
Look, I need your divine binoculars
But temptation's all on my heels won't stop it I feel bondage trying to lock me up
I might pop me a ****, man, I'm boxing the devil, and I'm ducking and dodging these officers
All the wild enemies trying to mop you up
I need the same strength that you gave Joshua
Some of these hoes, desperate for attention, look
I can probably name about two of 'em
Trying to stay faithful to my old lady
But damn, I might need a few of 'em
What's the chances of me staying down and committed?
Man, I know these women might ruin him
But goddamn, man, I just got some brand new Jays, to be real man, I feel brand new in 'em
So torn with the flesh, man, I'm walking a real thin line and it's wrong, but I love it
One look at my life and I know that it's angels around me, I know that I'm covered
Though I stumble and fall, pick me right back up, man, I promise I'm not like the others
Protect me from me and allow me to be in this crazy world and not of it
Written by: Calvin Broadus Jr., Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Daniel Farris, Kevin Gilliam, Marvin David Delgado, Nana Opong, Priest J Brooks, Richard Williams
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