K-Hill - Peanut Butter Whiskey (feat. Chant & V8ga)

Peanut butter whiskey in a rusty glass
Discussing forex and how to make the bag last
Keith Sweat did it/the blueprint was giving
The technique's different the flow custom fitted
Back with my brothers in the 25 we two live
Word to Mr Mixx and Luke Sky
Fresh off the plane from Vegas
The only thing missing is a cigar and these bars on ya playlist
These days my focus flagrant
My taste aging/no longer focused on getting placements
I need my money up front baby
No equity with struggle rappers
I don't chase that fame shit
Love don't make capital
Picture me on the avenue
No thoughts of a scale
Taking my girl shopping while she singin' Adele
Garcia Vega pass that here
All my niggas gon' prosper this year
Pot get hot the finger blistering
Hard head noggin who's listening
I slow beat box the watch glistening
I don't want that girl, I want your sisters friend
What I'm envisioning, who needs a ruler when I'm inching in
God witnessing
A craft perfected with a grin of a sinister
Eyes twitching my body language has foreign discipline
Wheels turning like some Michelin
Tires I'm riding lets gets lifted like some ligaments
Hands in the air ride the waves that we sending em'
There's pain in the water that I'm swimming in
Swimming past the hooks from the fisherman
Pops got an extra shift, mom in the kitchen with the dinner fixed
We been lit
Like them caves with hieroglyphics
Y'all got glimpses,
We been here before like the time shifted
For real
If seeing is believing then the vision is clear
Might I show you how I move how I circle the spear
This is more than just a groove this a personal mirror
If I look how I feel then I shedded some years
If the energy is off then I'm shedding some peers
So sorry for your loss you could've been here yeah, we in gear
Feel the wind in my beard
Chin up no fear like we up in a Lear
Dear dear, don't be bashful I'll ask you
Have you ever seen three king so casual?
No dreams it's actual, peanut butter whiskey a glass full
Ask nice I might pass you ask twice
You don't have to that's a given
These my bros blood flow like it's Crimson
My religion rap mixed with wisdom
I'm still breathing guess God isn't finished

Written by:
Anthony Hilliard, Kelvin Hill, Robert Carter

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