Earl Grey - Begin

Yea
Earl grey, bomb hay, I just be chilling really
Parlay
Talks with Rob Tay, we just be speaking binny
Touché, vegan soufflé, after the vegan chili
Green tea, CBD I’m feeling slightly dizzy
Relax, like three stacks, the locks be moving swiftly
Break the lox for money and power I’m feeling like I’m Diddy
Break em off, take it off, I been done paid the cost
Big boss, king koopa, my Ruger shell toss
Say what’s that smell boss? It’s the flower that’s in my felt cloth
Break it down, smell the aroma, please don’t ask what it cost
Gotta grind it fingers too sticky from all the damn frost
Smoking gas chamber, this blunt I rolled is the Holocaust
If you think you cold with the pen, then bitch I’m Robert Frost
Hood poet, if you didn’t know it, please don’t ask where yo hoe is
I’m the elephant in the room, I think these niggas poaching
But my niggas scoping so if you plotting then keep on hoping
Don’t fuck with rats and roaches 'cause I gotta keep my focus
Niggas plague you with that hate and swarm you like some locusts
That shit be bogus, but it’s none of my concern
I talk my shit up in my brain and grip my grain as my blunt burns
I said it’s none of my concern
I talk my shit up in my brain and grip my grain as my blunt burns
I said it’s none of my concern
I talk my shit up in my brain and grip my grain as my blunt burns, Yea
Yea
July 5th 92, that’s when I came through
How I get so dope, to be honest ain’t got a damn clue
Sipping witch’s brew, you already knew I be with the crew
Charger big body, the system knock and it’s tinted too
Check the clock it’s 10 to 2 why don’t you bring yo friend with you
Don’t try to lock me down im a player, I just be pimping boo
These hoes be cynical, I don’t gossip that’s what these bitches do
I just come collect on these bitches just like the rent is due
Gotta lace my pockets, don’t try to stop it, these niggas blocking
But they girls be clocking, don’t want no problems then keep on watching
Faking and the flagging someone tell these niggas stop it
I’m too high you niggas ain’t obliged up in my cockpit
I’m so true to this you niggas looking like a novice
I can’t see you niggas, mad that they can’t stop my profit
But I dismiss them, I promise that I won’t miss them
Crucify a nigga just for tryna cross me like a Christian nigga Yea
I crucify a nigga just for tryna cross me like a Christian nigga Yea

Written by:
Emanuel Jordan

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