Paint & Sip

[Verse 1]

I grip the mic and dance like Mike with it

I turn the Stu into a paint and sip

We can pitch the real and we can make a hit

Center of attention I’m just adding to my snap count

Hit the lights, pick a beat, then hit the booth and black out

On my own two that piggybacking never lasts long

Imma keep passing up these rappers till u catch on

Who’s this God fearing young man with a God flow

My lady doesn’t sing but I can help her hit a high note

I know, my soul, way purer than most

Seen the same ones actin friendly turn people into a ghost

I'm writing new songs any moment that I’m stressed out

First time the rapper next up is the best out

I’m blessed now and always will be

Gotta run through all my records to observe the real me

Plan to always speak my piece to have a peace of mind

I don’t need no other women I’m in love with mine

This right here remind me of the gold age

The new music product of my old ways

Puttin pen to paper get me mo paid

Imma spit the sweetest 16’s till the M’s show

Memories of rapping in the basement with the big bros keep me going