Caffeine is the enemy but I still drink that bitch
I like it thoroughly, mixed real earl-l-ly, so I can drink that shit
Throw my coffee on the pot and put that bitch on slow drip
I'm mixing it with cream, it's got the waves just like the ocean
Yeah C-4 or Ghost, yeah I'll take those on occasion
But you pour me up a coffee, bitch I'll solve you the equation (Yuh)
I am an addict to the 'feine I don't know what it's like to be without the bean
Need me some C-to the f*ckin-feine I'ma feen, put it in my face and throw it on repeat
On repeat, I've been stacking up my money since I was a jit
Yeah bitch I run these streets, I'm cooling big up in that 813 (yeah)
I'm used to bodying and all these f*cking beats (Uh-huh)
Came so naturally, I never learned it from the streets
Never need a de-esser cause you know I'm the essist
I don't need no f*cking pressure cause you know I am the essence
You don't wanna f*ck with me because you do not f*ck with presence
But I'm making all my money, I'ma send you right to heaven
Yeah that presence, yes that pressure, yes that stack up, I'm a blesser
I don't look at you unless I want your face up on my dresser
I'm a blesser so I'm praying for your sins
Stack up all my money, bitch I'm never high up off the zyns
Took a vape, took a smack to the face, now I feel like I am floating
But you know I am staying in my place
Staying in my place because I'm only one man
Put a thousand on a ticket straight to Japan
Off the beat, yeah f*ck Drake and f*ck Cole and f*ck Kendrick
I'm out here, you know that I'm spitting all this shit because you know they can't bitch
They say that they can do anything that they put they minds to
But I'm out here and you know that I've been planting shit like mines do
Minesweeper, I'm out here, I feel just like a street sweeper
I clean up after bitches and then I go and hit that f*cking queefer
I hit that queefer right after I play some fifer
Went and scored a couple goals and now I'm looking like I'm going for the gold
You don't wanna f*ck with a man who's high off that 'fiene
Bitch I'm out here trippin' like that nicotine
I got that NOS up in my nostrils, f*ck with me, yeah it's impossible
So ugly bitch you are a rhinostial
She was so bad I called her Kim Possible
White mama, cook me up a little casserole
Trying to see that little ass roll
'Round my block, I ain't got no ops, you don't wanna f*ck with me
Even though I keep me a Glock
It don't matter cause I never even have to bust off no shots (Uhh)
Thousand dollars in my bank account and then it leaves
Cause I gotta go fix my god damn car
This some real broke man music
F*ck
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Caffeine is the enemy but I still drink that bitch
I like it thoroughly, mixed real earl-l-ly, so I can drink that shit
Throw my coffee on the pot and put that bitch on slow drip
I'm mixing it with cream, it's got the waves just like the ocean
Yeah C-4 or Ghost, yeah I'll take those on occasion
But you pour me up a coffee, bitch I'll solve you the equation (Yuh)
I am an addict to the 'feine I don't know what it's like to be without the bean
Need me some C-to the f*ckin-feine I'ma feen, put it in my face and throw it on repeat
On repeat, I've been stacking up my money since I was a jit
Yeah bitch I run these streets, I'm cooling big up in that 813 (yeah)
I'm used to bodying and all these f*cking beats (Uh-huh)
Came so naturally, I never learned it from the streets
Never need a de-esser cause you know I'm the essist
I don't need no f*cking pressure cause you know I am the essence
You don't wanna f*ck with me because you do not f*ck with presence
But I'm making all my money, I'ma send you right to heaven
Yeah that presence, yes that pressure, yes that stack up, I'm a blesser
I don't look at you unless I want your face up on my dresser
I'm a blesser so I'm praying for your sins
Stack up all my money, bitch I'm never high up off the zyns
Took a vape, took a smack to the face, now I feel like I am floating
But you know I am staying in my place
Staying in my place because I'm only one man
Put a thousand on a ticket straight to Japan
Off the beat, yeah f*ck Drake and f*ck Cole and f*ck Kendrick
I'm out here, you know that I'm spitting all this shit because you know they can't bitch
They say that they can do anything that they put they minds to
But I'm out here and you know that I've been planting shit like mines do
Minesweeper, I'm out here, I feel just like a street sweeper
I clean up after bitches and then I go and hit that f*cking queefer
I hit that queefer right after I play some fifer
Went and scored a couple goals and now I'm looking like I'm going for the gold
You don't wanna f*ck with a man who's high off that 'fiene
Bitch I'm out here trippin' like that nicotine
I got that NOS up in my nostrils, f*ck with me, yeah it's impossible
So ugly bitch you are a rhinostial
She was so bad I called her Kim Possible
White mama, cook me up a little casserole
Trying to see that little ass roll
'Round my block, I ain't got no ops, you don't wanna f*ck with me
Even though I keep me a Glock
It don't matter cause I never even have to bust off no shots (Uhh)
Thousand dollars in my bank account and then it leaves
Cause I gotta go fix my god damn car
This some real broke man music
F*ck
I like it thoroughly, mixed real earl-l-ly, so I can drink that shit
Throw my coffee on the pot and put that bitch on slow drip
I'm mixing it with cream, it's got the waves just like the ocean
Yeah C-4 or Ghost, yeah I'll take those on occasion
But you pour me up a coffee, bitch I'll solve you the equation (Yuh)
I am an addict to the 'feine I don't know what it's like to be without the bean
Need me some C-to the f*ckin-feine I'ma feen, put it in my face and throw it on repeat
On repeat, I've been stacking up my money since I was a jit
Yeah bitch I run these streets, I'm cooling big up in that 813 (yeah)
I'm used to bodying and all these f*cking beats (Uh-huh)
Came so naturally, I never learned it from the streets
Never need a de-esser cause you know I'm the essist
I don't need no f*cking pressure cause you know I am the essence
You don't wanna f*ck with me because you do not f*ck with presence
But I'm making all my money, I'ma send you right to heaven
Yeah that presence, yes that pressure, yes that stack up, I'm a blesser
I don't look at you unless I want your face up on my dresser
I'm a blesser so I'm praying for your sins
Stack up all my money, bitch I'm never high up off the zyns
Took a vape, took a smack to the face, now I feel like I am floating
But you know I am staying in my place
Staying in my place because I'm only one man
Put a thousand on a ticket straight to Japan
Off the beat, yeah f*ck Drake and f*ck Cole and f*ck Kendrick
I'm out here, you know that I'm spitting all this shit because you know they can't bitch
They say that they can do anything that they put they minds to
But I'm out here and you know that I've been planting shit like mines do
Minesweeper, I'm out here, I feel just like a street sweeper
I clean up after bitches and then I go and hit that f*cking queefer
I hit that queefer right after I play some fifer
Went and scored a couple goals and now I'm looking like I'm going for the gold
You don't wanna f*ck with a man who's high off that 'fiene
Bitch I'm out here trippin' like that nicotine
I got that NOS up in my nostrils, f*ck with me, yeah it's impossible
So ugly bitch you are a rhinostial
She was so bad I called her Kim Possible
White mama, cook me up a little casserole
Trying to see that little ass roll
'Round my block, I ain't got no ops, you don't wanna f*ck with me
Even though I keep me a Glock
It don't matter cause I never even have to bust off no shots (Uhh)
Thousand dollars in my bank account and then it leaves
Cause I gotta go fix my god damn car
This some real broke man music
F*ck
Writer: Samuel Howard
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