Waffles & IceCream

Waffles and ice cream Lil nigga Hustling I ain’t wanna ask for nice things Momma always got em when I couldn’t I was younger tho Putting on that muscle Mental flooded out with murder bro I wasn’t outside But I’m a fast learner Had no big brother Bag heavy with a burner I combine my mind with harsh times Coulda colombined Harlem shaking Word but I was fighting before anything Highschool had no metal detector They ain’t suspect a thing Never did the dance until the og’s gave me medicine Won’t forget the faces on my parents when I first got a chain Waffles and ice cream Real nigga Working I appreciate the lil things Sun sets and sun rise On my empire In the game of life I’m up 5 Bases loaded F*ck the umpire Ima whipe em out Ops is at bat I had to strike em out I got to the plate I need a base hit Stole a lil bit I told my homie that I’m sliding out In any situation Ima ride it out untill the wheels wobble Shit that’s not your teammate if you love em and you don’t squabble Please don’t get it twisted like a cap on a coke bottle Coke and dope accessories was valid f*ck a role model Brown water plus somebody daughter Down the whole bottle Then I take her down like Chris breezy And the song follow Paper in my pockets Hit the mall and cop the floor models Designer jeans is tight but f*ck it This will make the hoes swallow Thinking that she copping for the low Bitch you know That I need my dough pronto Used to roll the woods And now we smoking out of hemp wit no fonto Cleaner than the whistle on a fair ref Getting fly until I got no air left 23s from the Windy City When I walk round They asking if I Air bend I could never take a fucking rap nigga serious Y’all ain’t making no sense How you telling me you nice and you ain’t even in your top 10 nigga F*ck it Waffles and ice cream Chanel Pharrell on my feet I used to want ice creams I ain’t never move crack But I had pipe dreams Cream Benz with the custom seats F*ck a white beam Southern fried city nigga Cabbage with the white beans white rice chicken wings Hot sauce on everything Man of my word and I put that shit on everything Mob ties so deep I could tell you who killed the kennedys You ain’t from the hood if you ain’t serve in front of Kennedy’s Or go to middle school with your enemies Playing sports and fighting these niggas over a good call Niggas out here banging since playing that youth football It’s 4L That’s all them niggas eat sleep and breathe They got ptsd I got a homie upstate that pop Perky’s on daily like it’s regular aleve Told him get out the hood And he said he wouldn’t leave Paper chips and coin He got everything he needs Geez