Aunt Jemima. Lyrics

Fear of god for the sweater and Kanye designed the footwear

Don't matter if u see me round just kno I'm always good there

In and out resorts moving boujie but keep the hood near

He lie

Saw too many scrubs retire from a good year

The little engine that could, imagine if he just could steer

Don't mean the tree ain't fall if nobody around that could hear

I don't write a verse I'm scribing parables

Fuck with the gang then we'll do u terrible

Don't hit me less it's numerical

Son ain't never been to court

Or sentenced

Shits unbearable

Being real a sport

Feel a fork so he make it clear to you

Still remember early morning

Riot break

Almost dropped my cream of wheat and scrambled eggs

Be damn if I ain't finish plate

Rat then we gon pick a plate

Court want me to make the date

Beef them ima cook the steak

Stuffing in the wood a 8th

Hard to be sucker free with duck suckers that's only good with hate

Smoking in the v , passing twelve like lm staying open late

Nigga chattin on me I ain't heard, must be an open gate

Paayso move so milly with dessi that I hope it rain

Bro said have some Zaza when u see me we don't smoke the same

When I don't get my way I break a face we don't cope the same