Faygo Baby

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kipp Stone] Look I swear to god, I'm never swearing to god again From my rainbow glockenspiel days I was raised in a crazy la famila Under age, puffin haze in a bando Eyes glazed like a honeybun Free lunch and a chocolate milk Hard knock life we adopted it Then adapt graduate wit a doctorate I'm the homonym of my mama nem She a matriarch I'm a sovereign Prophet never profiting Fanatasize bout days I don't gotta swing a mop again This ain't pressure to coal this lead to gold who better should know This Santiago in a Honda cypher tryna find my Fatima In a blinding light gotta time it right See when you watch the clock it's on lean When you watch the pot it won't stеam Can't listen wit ya mouth can't talk wit ya ears I walk through lines in bеtween I need to breathe I need a break we passing green we conversate We kept the dream alive while awake Shits startimg to make sense by the day [Chorus: Kipp Stone] Labors of love (OD), driving you crazy (OT) Raised by the world (Faygo), my Faygo Baby Making the most (OD) of what they gave me (OT) My how you've grown (Faygo), my Faygo Baby [Post Chorus: Kipp Stone] This ain't bout no commas no This shit for yo common sense Bandage on yo confidence Where we learn to take a punch Trauma that we self inflict No I've not been diagnosed Maybe call it negligence Mama tryna feed and clothe Maybe I'm too sensitive [Verse 2: Chuck Strangers] Tropical fantasies, sea and see Two quarters, 32 ounces what I came out with High fructose mountain With my stake in, we was raised in That sun just don't need raising No pops, we ain't need help shaving Gross savings and shine Simultaneous is the way for us if you want this shit Tears dried, I represent it It's real niggas, I'm indebted, in they honor I said it Fifty tapes I done signed in the senate My apostles made it possible Gold prezzie on my chubby wrist Split the advanced on links I'm bare chatting, let me talk my shit And bro could tell you when I ain't had shit [?], we was down since Mr. Hightower And we still are, big love from the czar Tears sold be the squad Tears sold be the squad Big love from the czar, nigga [Chorus: Kipp Stone] Labors of love (OD), driving you crazy (OT) Raised by the world (Faygo), my Faygo Baby Making the most (OD) of what they gave me (OT) My how you've grown (Faygo), my Faygo Baby [Post Chorus: Kipp Stone] This ain't bout no commas no This shit for yo common sense Bandage on yo confidence Where we learn to take a punch Trauma that we self inflict No I've not been diagnosed Maybe call it negligence Mama tryna feed and clothe Maybe I'm too sensitive