Toast Wid the Honey I

I'm rapping reminiscent of the shit I been through Stayed in the school not the streets with a Glock 22 Lame bitches waiting in the queue for a fucking shoe I'm just rapping, eating on my stew, sip it like its juice bro My brother likes to split, hit it then I pass Yeah these lyrics only coming in when I'm on the grass Ain't gassing on these lame ass dealers of a tree Can't afford rent, but they buying Gucci fucking bees Yeah I still can't f*ck with no murder Still locked up, free fucking Shmurda Since I been getting all this money, days been looking sunny Red shirt like I'm winnie, toast with the honey Lowkey, all I'm tryna do is win, never lose Tie my shoes, for these hoes we ain't fools uh Wrestle mania, undertaker we gon' take them Dickheads making rules, just we can break them I'm finna get my money, put in a bag Why you mad cause I made it on my own never had Any help, unless it was my grandad motivating We still stand tall and say f*ck you to the hating uh