Microwave Story

Lyrics

[Intro] Mhm Yeah Real life, real story Rap niggas wouldn't understand Sauce, Sauce, Sauce [Chorus] This the story of the boy and the microwave See he would think a thousand ways, just to make some cake He fell in love with that dope, cause it got em paid See he was whippin' in that kitchen, like a fuckin' slave Now this the story of the boy and the microwave See he would think a thousand ways, just to make some cake He fell in love with that dope, cause it got em paid See he was whippin' in that kitchen, like a fuckin' slave [Verse 1] Now this the story of a boy and his microwave At first the boy was sellin' mid, his bro was servin' yay Now he would kick shit with his brotha' like all day He seen his brotha' sellin' rocks and he was gettin cake Now see the boy sold weed bags out his mama house Smokin' mid, sippin' lean, sleepin' on his patna' couch One day, he was thinkin, "Gotta make my own way out" See this nick and dime baggin' shit, is not what I'm about So he went back to the projects with his big bro Scoped it out, peeped the scene, seen how shit go His bro was servin' bunch of fiends, out the window Of a rental, he seen jus what its hittin' fo' He had to get some dough [Chorus] This the story of the boy and the microwave See he would think a thousand ways, just to make some cake He fell in love with that dope, cause it got em paid See he was whippin' in that kitchen, like a fuckin' slave Now this the story of the boy and the microwave See he would think a thousand ways, just to make some cake He fell in love with that dope, cause it got em paid See he was whippin' in that kitchen, like a fuckin' slave [Verse 2] Like I was sayin' the boy he had to get his hands on some bricks Called his fam, told he needed him a hundred packs to flip Now the block goin brazy, J's runnin round this shit I'm bout to stack me up some chips, smoke this grip, on some whips Them fiends, like what you do with this? This shit is poochie Where you get it from, this that shit we don't need Hit his fam back, nigga what you give me? His fam talkin that's that (glitter?), boy like nigga please His fam giggle, told the nigga boy that's straight (go kachamo?) Thats fa sho, in a min I'm fin' be straight up at ya do' By the time he made it there them rocks was meltin' lookin' old Man this shit here gotta go, he gave it back and brought some mo' And this the, god, damnn [Chorus] This the story of the boy and the microwave See he would think a thousand ways, just to make some cake He fell in love with that dope, cause it got em paid See he was whippin' in that kitchen, like a fuckin' slave Now this the story of the boy and the microwave See he would think a thousand ways, just to make some cake He fell in love with that dope, cause it got em paid See he was whippin' in that kitchen, like a fuckin' slave