Cheers

Intro: Awon
Yeah, uh, that old raw shit, Awon, SoulChef, nonstop

Verse 1: Awon
I can't help it if I'm ballin on you
Be a gang baby James Harden on you
Uh, and you will never see me scrambling
Fuck that you will never see me rambling
They love it when I talk that shit
I'm Metta World Peace like I used to toss bricks (toss bricks)
That street shit ain't new to you
Push your wig back like your bitches do cuticles (cuticles)
For the love of pharmaceuticals
Niggas know my flow is indisputable
Uh huh, even unconstitutional and I'm more holes than a store full of hoola hoops
Yeah, nigga I move like a menace
My section blocked off my book and stay replenished
Yo cup empty looking silly
If rap was crack you moved packs I'm Big Willy

Hook: Awon
Cheers, let's take a toast to the vein
They say it's poisonous I want mine with champagne
See my cup, fill it up
Liquid fast they just can't get enough
(x2)

Verse 2: Awon
On a rise to opulence in between crime and politics
Street theatrics close cash is my Obama shit
Weight of wealth is success, mine weighs a tons
They both contain tendencies since I was young
Raised in a household of dealers as a kid
With six pack and grandaddy packs, that's real shit
I remember my tongue got numb taste the flavor
I came up major in pursuit of that paper
Fuck all haters even worked as a waiter
I was serving since I was virgin, straight swerving on niggas
Tryna get to absorb it in figures (uh huh)
Seventeen in the club poppin bottles like I'm ballin
Daddy roc gave us had to pause us with this baller
Rocking truck jewels to kindergarten
I beg your pardon for asking for accuracy
I'm a G from where bitch niggas would get clapped for a fee

Hook: Awon
Cheers, let's take a toast to the vein
They say it's poisonous I want mine with champagne
See my cup, fill it up
Liquid fast they just can't get enough
(x2)