Cheap Whiskey 70's Riesling
This beat is so cold
Yeah
And it's always the hardest thing
Your blood is running all in me
Wish I had a chance to write ya
I wish I didn't look just like ya
At times I think it haunts me
Cheap whisky running all in me
Wish I had a chance to like ya
Wish I didn't look just like ya
And won't you listen, won't you listen
Pay attention, you hear me
I'm on the roads to riches, bagging gold out the pigment
Fuc*** with you jokers only gave me a good laugh
Had to get them smoking but I'm puffing this good stash
Woke up in the chocha
What the fuck is my name bitch
Feeling on my aura
Holy shit I'm the greatest
Walked up in your function
Fuc*** up all your Lays chips
Product of the 90's I'm surprised I made it
And oh, oh, oh, if Papa could see me
We probably share a toast over 70's Reislings
I'm trying to get ahold of these demons
It ain't easy
And oh, oh, oh, if mama didn't love me
I'd probably be
I'd probably be robbing and cheating
Tryin' get ahold of these demons
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy (nah)
