Peanut Butter Whiskey (feat. Chant & V8ga)

Peanut butter whiskey in a rusty glass Discussing forex and how to make the bag last Keith Sweat did it/the blueprint was giving The technique's different the flow custom fitted Back with my brothers in the 25 we two live Word to Mr Mixx and Luke Sky Fresh off the plane from Vegas The only thing missing is a cigar and these bars on ya playlist These days my focus flagrant My taste aging/no longer focused on getting placements I need my money up front baby No equity with struggle rappers I don't chase that fame shit Love don't make capital Picture me on the avenue No thoughts of a scale Taking my girl shopping while she singin' Adele Garcia Vega pass that here All my niggas gon' prosper this year Pot get hot the finger blistering Hard head noggin who's listening I slow beat box the watch glistening I don't want that girl, I want your sisters friend What I'm envisioning, who needs a ruler when I'm inching in God witnessing A craft perfected with a grin of a sinister Eyes twitching my body language has foreign discipline Wheels turning like some Michelin Tires I'm riding lets gets lifted like some ligaments Hands in the air ride the waves that we sending em' There's pain in the water that I'm swimming in Swimming past the hooks from the fisherman Pops got an extra shift, mom in the kitchen with the dinner fixed We been lit Like them caves with hieroglyphics Y'all got glimpses, We been here before like the time shifted For real If seeing is believing then the vision is clear Might I show you how I move how I circle the spear This is more than just a groove this a personal mirror If I look how I feel then I shedded some years If the energy is off then I'm shedding some peers So sorry for your loss you could've been here yeah, we in gear Feel the wind in my beard Chin up no fear like we up in a Lear Dear dear, don't be bashful I'll ask you Have you ever seen three king so casual? No dreams it's actual, peanut butter whiskey a glass full Ask nice I might pass you ask twice You don't have to that's a given These my bros blood flow like it's Crimson My religion rap mixed with wisdom I'm still breathing guess God isn't finished