Cup of Tea ft. Daphya Lyrics

Yo

Daphya

I just do my own thing, but they want the tea on me

Haters love, wish I could see what they see in me

If I don't sip it, then I smoke and let it greenery

Got a vision, so I'm creating the scenery

I just want to exhale, every time I exhale

Just do my best, so I succeed where the rest fail

Chase bags, I don't dip them in the cup though

Need a side of honey, cause the game's so cutthroat

If I wasn't picky, I'd get dicky by the truckload

Got a whole lot of love, but these niggas love hoes

Look, I've been working, just scratching the surface

All throughout Jersey and the borough I was birthed in

I ain't here to impress an audience

Cause life is more like a pencil, not a pen

We erase our mistakes, and then we start again

We don't let the dust settle, cause we never settle in

Yeah

Yo, Daphya

Let me show them how I feel with this one

I got you, sis

Iron Fist!

Yeah, yo, yo

Yo, I don't need a Henny

Just need the black tea, so I can make waves like Moses in Black Sea

Shark niggas want me dead, but I'm floating above

You should never be a sucker for love

Get betrayed by your friends, and they playing it cool

I'm about to eat y'all alive, I'm the Tokyo Ghoul

They say success come through, if you go it alone

That's why I've been MIA, never pick up the phone

I need my hours to myself, no fucking around

When I call, none of y'all here letting me down, like a deadbeat

I need my green tea, getting to this money

So I, enjoy lit ass times, when it's sunny

And my, wife is a goddess, ain't no need for a bad bitch

Y'all be shopping at the Lids, when you cap shit

Green jeans, green denims, green jacket

Lucky charmed, I'm the Black Saint Patrick

Piss me off, give ya ass a golden shower

Evacuate the tower, you'll smell ripe for hours

I light shit on fire, you light shit for clout

Team be the shirts, your team be the blouses

Let me get another cup of Chai Spice

Going through my iPhone writing rhymes at night

I'm jotting bar after bar, like a man possessed

If what I say, suits you, rock the double breasted

No straps, really in it, but cash and switchblades

I fight like John Wick, the swag is Rick James

I bared witness to feines, who bought and snort Caine'

Don't fucking judge the Fist, got real stories for days

And y'all cowards would be scared to see

This ain't a joke or a parody, shit was ugly

What you know about the hood, really jumping

Body froze in motion, when a shotty go pumping

What you know about a fridge being empty

Binging on animal crackers, to last one week

Let me get a Chamomile, for this extra mile

I'm raising prices, putting business on these fucking clowns

Cats want beef, meet me at a Charlie Brown's

Porterhouse or Tomahawk, I'ma bust it down

I'm in the kitchen, meat cleaver, red apron

Mouth watered rhymes, got you bitches on my Nathan

Leaving them forsaken

My sis, Daphya

They not in our level, these cats is babies

They not in our level

We sipping tea, watching their immaturity

Watching all that

We don't entertain it though

Never

It's Zilla

Zilla and Daphya, collabo

Flaming Hands