pxwer - chef 94 lyrics
chef 94
ok i wake up with the kush taste still in my mouth
i step outside all the neighbors still smelling the ounce
my dollar amount
so heavy dog you can’t even count
oh i’m a bum? keep it in mind when i’m running yo mouth
wasn’t bred into a gangsta but i gotta handle mine
the seven ain’t scared of eight because his cousin carry nines
in the jungle with the apes, snakes, cats and the rats
eating grapes with a pound of trees rolling on my lap
i’m a king homie, the crown was made before birth
and this ring homie, i show the word you gotta skirt
if the meek shall inherit the earth
i should be covered in dirt
i need the son and i ain’t talking mcgirt
same sh+t just a different toilet, that’s why i got em p+ssed
three years in this sh+t and they still ain’t pulled as nice as this
so these n++++s took the wrong route
and then you ran into my sick ass clique and we went all out
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