TOAST TO THE WOMEN

Partner pimpin', player pimpin', pimpin' Never simpin', never tippin' on them fo'-fos

On the low-low, wit the ho-hos Yeah, yeah

Ayy, they say that shit is on the floor, I say it's in the sky

I'm stayin' humble cause my ego could be my demise

See I don't know it all, but trust I know I'm bound to rise

Peel the plastic off like potato skins, turn a pound to fries

Put it in hot grease and watch it multiply

Me, I only seen deceit in the vultures' eyes

Pops raised me emotionless, now I know to cry

I never gave up cause a nigga only know to try

On the visual hotline, let's score a film

Life is beautiful, I could've lost mine back then

I was almost ten

Shots fired on the field when I was with my friends

I watched the hood control our life like a game of Sims

I watched the game change our life at almost no expense

So the fuck I look like beefin' over bullshit politics

Every verse compacted with substance, you not this dense

My mama know I'm tense

A frequent flyer meet me at the Sky Club

A few ounces in my luggage, we get fired up

Well connected but I ain't never been wired up

I blend all my herbs before I cook like a dry rub

Thick in the right places, love when her thighs rub

Shaped like an hourglass when the time's up

Flow sharper than the lineup

Gotta watch your back cause these leeches fuckin' spines up

Time's up

I'm hot headed like Darnell, blame it on genetics

I could paint a picture for you but some might not get it

A full time grinder baby, I got plenty leverage

My lows ocean deep and my highs Mount Everest

Boy I been through every valley and peak

All alone, no helpin' hands, don't ask why we don't speak

I sent a square out to Memphis, all them bitches was bleak

Another bird with no wings but got a duct tape beak

The most hated or the one that they still love the least

Don't make that microwave rap cause that's gon' fuck up the cheese

Another Jordan Kobe hybrid came to fuck up the league

Phil Jackson set the play, the last shot falls on me

And it's a swish, and it's a swish

And it's a swish, and it's a swish

Boy I been through every valley and peak

All alone, no helpin' hands, don't ask why we don't speak

I sent a square out to Memphis, all them bitches was bleak

Another bird with no wings but got a duct tape beak

Ayy, a frequent flyer meet me at the Sky Club

A few ounces in my luggage we can fired up

Well connected but I ain't never been wired up

I blend all my herbs before I cook like a dry rub

Thick In the right places, love when her thighs rub

Shaped like an hourglass when the time's up

Flow sharper than the line up

Gotta watch your back