Chicken and Biscuits

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Kay-Jay

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Where I'm going and where I've been had that blend since
I used champagne to wash down chicken and biscuits 
Ladies and gentleman I beg your pardon 
I stepped back while the bros caught the red eye no harden
I'm talking live footage of balancing priorities 
Trading in being a vanity slave for maturity 
Favorite jays in the store for me... still had to skip em tho
Balancing all that's thrown at me... never claiming victim tho
This is just a story
I ain't come from  shit and now I'm getting custom shit and putting dents up in the inventory 
Can we have a conversation 
I got access... mastered excess.. now it's time to master moderation 
That's my obligation talking to myself over music 
Free game if you ear hustling and chose to use it
Oh let's do it... win at life it's not game
I'm out here cooking like I'm on a wok to flock a flame
Or maybe I'll just pick up chicken & biscuits 
They keep me out of shape isn't round a shape can I get a witness?
No... naked video but how does it feel
To have your car break while you wait on mama's hospital bills
You probably wanna get high take a flight some tangible shit
Wait... I put my self between dangelos... shit 
I'm a warrior I marvel at the fact I'm lowkey... that's so me 
Got trophies you won't see unless you get to know me
But please don't expose me..dear bros
Some looking for a hero I'm just a grinder and these here foes
Be looking real friend-ish... it's the new age of enemies 
That knows you down to share and your plate is where their dinner be
As they starve and you know everybody eats
Before you seen paid in full cuz you heard it on the streets
As a youngin... riding bikes with Buddha 
We was smoking beedis... thought we was smoking buddha 
Watching the intruders... they was doing b and e's
Homie was the shooter... we played like we ain't seen a thing
What a scene back to playing tryna regain innocence 
Just another day in the hood... sometimes it gets intense
Don't call me bourgeois if you don't have these memories 
I'm working usually so my kids don't have these memories 
Everyone can't survive trauma for them i don't wanna risk it
So I need bread with more bread you know chicken and biscuits
Get this I been broke but I been lit since 
Way before your favorite nigga seen my style and bit this
On god tho... is that a pause? The hell if I know
At drive thrus getting chicken and biscuits rushed pronto 
Never mind tho take your time... make sure that you cook it right
The goal is being right not just looking right...
With first time wear airs in the air from a recliner
Like can I kick it in streetwear held up by designer
If it ain't joggers no need to jog my memory
To never bring up things that to some is worth mentioning 
Cuz silence it's golden how I grew up
All this over sharing just seems overbearing privacy is too tough
Killing niggas how they can't see our face but the clan ain't klu klutz 
Where we been chasing new bucks in a fresh pair of nubucks 
You know double the soul I'm down to double the goals
Get more bread than I can hold in these wheats but don't sell my soul 
Keep the devil in the hole I heard that seeing the wire 
But near him my thoughts are at home because they so fire
Put my life on the line like ima risk it
If you see the bread and it's in your head these are not my mommas biscuits

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