Lyrics

Let us pray for Let us pray for all the peeps that never prayed for us Bon appetit with the chef hat cooking up live inside the kitchen Keep a listen your boy have been serious On a mission misposition I am making myself to keep dishing Throwing quarters at pots to keep them wishing heavy Everything that I know now is within competition psych I feel like all these other rappers are pippin thinking they Keep it real but showing you what it isn't Just keep on dribbling the speed that winter wear I got to be driving like I maybe optimus prime This my montropolis might be responsive my mission is It's like so like it's like so like it's like so like Like then and there like then and there like then and there A couple bottles for the ladies call it cinnamon I'm paying hourly picking up the greats Spent a lot of time learning and grievance from their place Now it's time to eat give me a fork give me a place ' Give me love and I'll give you a course I'll make you grey Give me a pound and now I'm in london and I couldn't wait Rocking the crowd saluting the crowns on every face should Word maybe dreams do come through Keep a fucking kid and tell you what my team won't do Each one teach one everyone believe's one Each one God made take a plate and eat some Yeah thank you