Michael LeMont made this trash beat
Give the drummer some
Life's a riddle
It's been that way since I was little
Friends and foes highs and lows
Somewhere in the middle
Took the cash from the stash
Just to pay the fiddle
Lit the gas saw a flash
Trying to make it bigger
Cruising through the Pueblo
Had to let the sauce drip
Met this little cutie looking bougie like a boss chick
Said she loved the D but just don't treat me like an object
Later on that week they let her hop up on the obelisk
Damn straight jumping on it
But wasn't trying to tear her down when I was dunking on it
But every time she blew my mind I wrote a lovely sonnet
I laid them down in my new album now I'm buzzing from it
I'm just living life
Let's take it to new heights
Give my love to Santa Fe and all the glory up to Christ
Shout out to my mom
Even though we fight
I hope you know how much I love you
You're the one that gave me life
So you know I'm about to splash
Like we won the chip
Shout out to the team we made it flip
Give the drummer some
That's the truth now
And then she hit me on the phone
And said that she's alone
Said that she just rolled up 7 grams inside a cone
Only problem is it seemed like every time we bone
She'd start thinking Alcatraz
And I'd start thinking Al Capone
Bitch I'm grown
Out here gunning for a check
Just cooling by the pool I'm eating brunch and wearing sweats
Life's the best
But all you ever do is fucking stress
So nonetheless I didn't want to but its
Black Timbs
Polo on but this shit different
The commission
Smoke a bowl and then go fishin'
Still ain't tripping, slipping but sometimes I pivot
Light the J up
And nine times out of ten I swish it
And keep a lot of burners
Just left the trap for a snack and got the Lotaburger
Knew on this road we can't go back if we go on it further
But swore that cake was a fucking crack I didn't want to swerve her
But felt I had to really
Michael LeMont made this trash beat
Little bitch
Give the drummer some