Faygo Baby

[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