Breakfast in Pill Hill

Lyrics

[Intro: Ironside Hex] What up doe It is I-Hex Hawking, also known as Ironside Hex For some inexplicable reason, somebody has let young Victor Spencer and Sonny J-I-M make another fucking LP They spun the block, so I'm back too I tried to charge Vic 75K for this drop, but he negotiated me down to two 40 ounces of St. Ides and a pack of chicken ramen noodles Anyways, enjoy the rappity-rap of Spencer For Higher 4 Hawking out Shout out to yo mama P.S. stop frolicking in the 'rona [Verse 1: Vic Spencer] Uh, you niggas the real donkey boys You not a under boss you under boys Understanding the underground is an understatеment to the upper lеvel Went through hell to not puff with the devil Function is settled, I'd rather have brunch in the ghetto And with these goofy ass, silly ass [?] Soon as the gun shoot, balance coffin And ten toes in, I'll slap you often You niggas really make me sick I put yo bitch on the block so she can make me rich That's if this rap shit don't work out for me At the ice cream parlor we rolling up dosi Chickens that went to fuck text me let's do the hokey pokey That's your way of saying let's fuck? You need to grow up, ey [?] for the work, I'm 'bout to blow up Blunt the same size as four rolled-up cold cuts Motherfuckers out here talk shit so what, just keep working McDonald's hiding something, but they keep serving You see the Vince Carter dunk, well it's the elite version I count money so my eyes can look like E Sermon [Verse 2: Stove God Cooks] Uh, uh Plastic on the kilo rip-off, let's have a wrist off When it's garbage it just dissolve, boy sell that shit soft Walk in the kitchen they introduce me like, this God I dropped in 56 grams it came out triple one That shit still got some bite to it The crystals sparkle when you put the light to it My dog said you should cook a brick on stage, I might do it From the foul line, make it stretch like Mike would do it Patrick Ewing blocks for 33 They was gonna do that nigga dirty but he sped off before he could reach up under the seat Nigga I was cooking in my sleep Feds had cameras on the crib for weeks Tell 'em the stove made it happen Don't take this shit serious, I'm just rapping We went from baking soda boxes in the cabinet Now my last check look like I played for the Mavericks Stove