W.D. Wind - One Basket

Yeah
You know man
To be honest life is full of bad advice
And I’m probably one of them sources
Some people might argue I don’t have it all figured out
Laughs
For you or me motherfucker
Laughs
Let's get it man
Uhhh
I never have my eggs all in one basket
Hugh Hefner
Moving like the easter rabbit
My life has been
Whatever shit I can imagine
People tell you what you need
Even if they never had it
I say
What could I do with a mansion
If it means one of you
Instead of a pageant
I’ll admit my Winslow
If a family matters
Name my son John Snow
If I make him a bastard
Uhhh
I’m not the type of king
Who was born in castles
Til this day
A silver spoon
More than i can ask for
Adam and Eve
I be Steve
If we talking apples
Made a mistake
My humbles not bashful
Wile like Coyote
How they tryna drop an anvil
But I’m like Kyrie Irving
How my how my business handles
Bout to go crazy
Kanye on the samples
First women have my baby
Be the one who feel pamper
To my delight
I’m solar power to a candle
I
Go get rings
Like I'm fucking green lantern
Throw on a beat
I give ‘em swagger and a pattern
Shit that i designed
I’d a prolly had a patent
All i care about
Is versus clothes and a canvas
Real talk
It’s fuck you and ya manses
I tell Dorthy click her heels
And gone back to Kansas
When i say the world is mine
I had to snatch that shit from Atlas
I never have my eggs all in one basket
Hugh Hefner
Moving like the easter rabbit
My life has been
Whatever shit I can imagine
People tell you what you need
Even if they never had it
I say
What could I do with a mansion
If it means one of you
Instead of a pageant
I’ll admit my Winslow
If a family matters
Name my son John Snow
If I make him a bastard
Uhhh
I sing of dreams and things
And things meanings
First things first
I fear father
Histories repeating
I feel reclusive
But i fear
The people may need me
Rather retreating
With a bad bitch and peach Bellini
I granted wishes
Like the winds a blue genie
Taught boys to meet the world
Like my name was Mr. Feeney
You’d a thought i joined the nation
Rocking coufee's and a beanie
It black pride
Televised
Every time you see me
Woah
Strong black negro
Never seen before
I done been a lot thangs
I’m never CB4
If you ain't fucking with this pimping
You can let me know
Hell I call myself the wind
Cause i just let shit go
Realer than real
If drama hit front doors
I may switch zip-codes
But somebody’s getting ghost
How i ball
You can’t play me like I'm Rondo
Never travel with the wife
I prolly go out like i’m Kobe
I never have my eggs all in one basket
Rest in greatness man
Hugh Hefner
Moving like the easter rabbit
My life has been
Whatever shit I can imagine
People tell you what you need
Even if they never had it
I say
You know
Wanna talk about a mamba mentality
What could I do with a mansion
If it means one of you
Instead of a pageant
I’ll admit my Winslow
If a family matters
Name my son John Snow
If I make him a bastard

Written by:
Adonis Moore

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