Waffles & IceCream

Waffles and ice cream
Lil nigga
Hustling
I ain’t wanna ask for nice things
Momma always got em when I couldn’t
I was younger tho
Putting on that muscle
Mental flooded out with murder bro
I wasn’t outside
But I’m a fast learner
Had no big brother
Bag heavy with a burner
I combine my mind with harsh times
Coulda colombined
Harlem shaking
Word but I was fighting before anything
Highschool had no metal detector
They ain’t suspect a thing
Never did the dance until the og’s gave me medicine
Won’t forget the faces on my parents when I first got a chain
Waffles and ice cream
Real nigga
Working
I appreciate the lil things
Sun sets and sun rise
On my empire
In the game of life I’m up 5
Bases loaded
Fuck the umpire
Ima whipe em out
Ops is at bat
I had to strike em out
I got to the plate
I need a base hit
Stole a lil bit I told my homie that I’m sliding out
In any situation Ima ride it out untill the wheels wobble
Shit that’s not your teammate if you love em and you don’t squabble
Please don’t get it twisted like a cap on a coke bottle
Coke and dope accessories was valid fuck a role model
Brown water plus somebody daughter
Down the whole bottle
Then I take her down like Chris breezy
And the song follow
Paper in my pockets
Hit the mall and cop the floor models
Designer jeans is tight but fuck it
This will make the hoes swallow
Thinking that she copping for the low
Bitch you know
That I need my dough pronto
Used to roll the woods
And now we smoking out of hemp wit no fonto
Cleaner than the whistle on a fair ref
Getting fly until I got no air left
23s from the Windy City
When I walk round
They asking if I Air bend
I could never take a fucking rap nigga serious
Y’all ain’t making no sense
How you telling me you nice and you ain’t even in your top 10 nigga
Fuck it
Waffles and ice cream
Chanel Pharrell on my feet I used to want ice creams
I ain’t never move crack
But I had pipe dreams
Cream Benz with the custom seats
Fuck a white beam
Southern fried city nigga
Cabbage with the white beans white rice chicken wings
Hot sauce on everything
Man of my word and I put that shit on everything
Mob ties so deep I could tell you who killed the kennedys
You ain’t from the hood if you ain’t serve in front of Kennedy’s
Or go to middle school with your enemies
Playing sports and fighting these niggas over a good call
Niggas out here banging since playing that youth football
It’s 4L
That’s all them niggas eat sleep and breathe
They got ptsd
I got a homie upstate that pop Perky’s on daily like it’s regular aleve
Told him get out the hood
And he said he wouldn’t leave
Paper chips and coin
He got everything he needs
Geez