Diet Dew

Kicking hot beats these rhymes and cold writtens Even when I couldn't walk I was standing on business And I'm trynna touch the sky just to reach my limits Even at five knew i was gone get it That was a good choice Faith driving us like a Rolls-Royce Fake niggas hate All fucking day They all minute made Good God Tell me what I'm supposed to do with this creativity I'm trynna spit this real but these niggas ain't feeling me They signing all these deals and just spit negativity I steady shake the devil but he trying to get at me Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a God damn minute Let me stop playing with em Hop in the van with it Hop in the lamb with it Know what I'm saying nigga? Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it All these damn leeches man I ain't been feeling em Only problem is that they want all my Benjamins Stripper hoe yeah I call that bitch cinnamon When I watch her on the pole damn I feel like a kid again I see a few hoes in the candy shop I got the flow so sweet make the panties drop I want the cheeks don't care you got a man or not I'm on the prowl right now and I can't be stopped Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a God damn minute Let me stop playing with em Hop in the van with it Hop in the lamb with it Know what I'm saying nigga? Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it