CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Breakfast in Pill Hill
What up doe
It is I-Hex Hawking, also known as Ironside Hex
For some inexplicable reason, somebody has let young Victor Spencer and Sonny J-I-M make another f**king LP
They spun the block, so I'm back too
I tried to charge Vic 75K for this drop, but he negotiated me down to two 40 ounces of St. Ides and a pack of chicken ramen noodles
Anyways, enjoy the rappity-rap of Spencer For Higher 4
Hawking out
Shout out to yo mama
P.S. stop frolicking in the 'rona
Uh, you n***as the real donkey boys
You not a under boss you under boys
Understanding the underground is an understatеment to the upper lеvel
Went through hell to not puff with the devil
Function is settled, I'd rather have brunch in the ghetto
And with these goofy a**, silly a** [?]
Soon as the gun shoot, balance coffin
And ten toes in, I'll slap you often
You n***as really make me sick
I put yo b*t*h on the block so she can make me rich
That's if this rap sh*t don't work out for me
At the ice cream parlor we rolling up dosi
Chickens that went to f**k text me let's do the hokey pokey
That's your way of saying let's f**k? You need to grow up, ey
for the work, I'm 'bout to blow up
Blunt the same size as four rolled-up cold cuts
Motherf**kers out here talk sh*t so what, just keep working
McDonald's hiding something, but they keep serving
You see the Vince Carter dunk, well it's the elite version
I count money so my eyes can look like E Sermon
Uh, uh
Plastic on the kilo rip-off, let's have a wrist off
When it's garbage it just dissolve, boy sell that sh*t soft
Walk in the kitchen they introduce me like, this God
I dropped in 56 grams it came out triple one
That sh*t still got some bite to it
The crystals sparkle when you put the light to it
My dog said you should cook a brick on stage, I might do it
From the foul line, make it stretch like Mike would do it
Patrick Ewing blocks for 33
They was gonna do that n***a dirty but he sped off before he could reach up under the seat
N***a I was cooking in my sleep
Feds had cameras on the crib for weeks
Tell 'em the stove made it happen
Don't take this sh*t serious, I'm just rapping
We went from baking soda boxes in the cabinet
Now my last check look like I played for the Mavericks
Stove
It is I-Hex Hawking, also known as Ironside Hex
For some inexplicable reason, somebody has let young Victor Spencer and Sonny J-I-M make another f**king LP
They spun the block, so I'm back too
I tried to charge Vic 75K for this drop, but he negotiated me down to two 40 ounces of St. Ides and a pack of chicken ramen noodles
Anyways, enjoy the rappity-rap of Spencer For Higher 4
Hawking out
Shout out to yo mama
P.S. stop frolicking in the 'rona
Uh, you n***as the real donkey boys
You not a under boss you under boys
Understanding the underground is an understatеment to the upper lеvel
Went through hell to not puff with the devil
Function is settled, I'd rather have brunch in the ghetto
And with these goofy a**, silly a** [?]
Soon as the gun shoot, balance coffin
And ten toes in, I'll slap you often
You n***as really make me sick
I put yo b*t*h on the block so she can make me rich
That's if this rap sh*t don't work out for me
At the ice cream parlor we rolling up dosi
Chickens that went to f**k text me let's do the hokey pokey
That's your way of saying let's f**k? You need to grow up, ey
for the work, I'm 'bout to blow up
Blunt the same size as four rolled-up cold cuts
Motherf**kers out here talk sh*t so what, just keep working
McDonald's hiding something, but they keep serving
You see the Vince Carter dunk, well it's the elite version
I count money so my eyes can look like E Sermon
Uh, uh
Plastic on the kilo rip-off, let's have a wrist off
When it's garbage it just dissolve, boy sell that sh*t soft
Walk in the kitchen they introduce me like, this God
I dropped in 56 grams it came out triple one
That sh*t still got some bite to it
The crystals sparkle when you put the light to it
My dog said you should cook a brick on stage, I might do it
From the foul line, make it stretch like Mike would do it
Patrick Ewing blocks for 33
They was gonna do that n***a dirty but he sped off before he could reach up under the seat
N***a I was cooking in my sleep
Feds had cameras on the crib for weeks
Tell 'em the stove made it happen
Don't take this sh*t serious, I'm just rapping
We went from baking soda boxes in the cabinet
Now my last check look like I played for the Mavericks
Stove
