Microwave Story

[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