The Experience

Smothered chicken as far as breakfast goes Shout out to the left overs that left us those Cheese grits like a remix how we stretching those In ninth grade Pierre would keep his weapon close I still treat breakfast the same, my friends still catch wreck with their aim I'm still henny and coke, and speaking of We was surrounded by it And ducking all the jewels from the users on that diet And we ain't have the heart to try it but saw the brave ones And looked at that as a jewel on how they became one We all shared last names with them same ones And Penny's where I learned my J from, I'm built how I'm built Solo artist but I never had to sing alone The scent creed and the Timb's is never single sole The whip was low enough for me to be low But loud enough for you to be in the know Know we salute to the experience We were the loud ones with quiet souls Intentions well and good but buried underneath over pricing We wanted nothing more than everything, simply everything Whatever that entails, we wanted it and still do Still do we never sit still, as being settle is being settled And we could never became that And never will Grew up with a bunch of Lenny Cooke's May God bless 'em all like a Biggie hook They hooked us early as far as the way these women look And looking for 'em had us looking for a bigger push Call it the laws of attraction baby It's nothing more than a reaction baby, we push this to get you Whatever "this" is, as long as what it gets is All that we assumed but shit you know the way that this fits In square trucks Tryna bring a couple models 'round The same ones who brought your bottles down I bottled up the ambition and passed it around the room 'Til half us around the room know the logic now And all of us ain't see the vision so some of us got left behind But nothing could yet divide us from our calling now Like how the call to the corner was as sweet as quarter water All for you to wanna climb up on us now Salute to the experience Sweeter than sweet potato soufflé Store runs for extra sugar and those runs showed us More than those who sent us ever would've Or as sweet as a scam that left our finger prints dirty But our sneakers clean and our company cleaner The taste of life in all its glory Be it Harvard or heinous, we took it where none would take it And poured Henny over it's glory Back when me and Biz played the coupe He showed me the lane, I showed him stoops We showed each other money, and loyalty be everything it seems to So lil' Biz will be straight if you ever need dude The same agenda applies to all of my friends who Saw that coinciding was nothing coincidental Never, it's just the way we're put together And none of this shit could be any better Salute to experience A generation generating genius Hard headed like the curb beneath us They say in the absence of logic you search for motive But really motive defines us based on being aware of logic And aware of the dollars and yea mo' money mo' problems But no money no options, see the logic And for that, we salute to the experience