Enso - Mr. Softy Lyrics

Don't you just love when it snow
I feel good as hell
Great
I'm just taking it all in
Yeah,
I want vanilla cream seats
Outside looking like the blood on the leaves
From all this work a nigga put in
See me in the kitchen know I'm cooking
Sear a steak up
I need my chicken off the wake up
Palms itching, baking cake up
I used to stay up and think about it
Now a nigga go and get it
Young nigga
Plotting on it
Now a nigga know it's written
I was only 12 like God when staring at the ceiling
Used to cut the grass to grind as a kid
Now I'm kick flipping
Used to get so mad
Grab knives up out the kitchen
Tried to kill siblings
Didn't know myself like damn it
Who am I
Why do I feel different
Thought it was a phase
And that it'd pass in time if I just deal with it
I woke up one day like
I identify as just a real nigga
Bossing up
I don't like to fight so I ain't talking tough
Soft as mush
I just like to vibe
My brothers off you for me
I just need a check
And my respect
And they ain't talking to me
Hey I deal with disrespect way too direct
I still be walking to it
You can't play me like a bitch I'm still a threat
Off me just talking to you
I mean, yeah, bro
I done kicked a couple heads
And I felt awful through it
Got my ass kicked
And took some L's
But I'm still awesome through it
Trying to make these pads thick like BBL's
But I ain't bought no booty
But I still get mad bitches with no wealth
Bro I ain't bought no coochie
I'm a lover boy
I tell her that she pretty
And she suffer for it
What you want her for
My hoes be sadity
What's your budget for her
Nigga what's your ticket for the hoes
All the pretty bitches get a ticket to the shows
Please don't talk to me
My boo will probably hit you in your nose
Yeah just clap in the crowd for me
Make sure you loud for me
Hey she love my starter kit
She wanna lean with it
Rock with me
I got blunts rolled
Yeah she love the greens and the broccoli
Aye she no different than these niggas
Yeah she do what I do
I don't like to call it spitting
Yeah, I speak in haikus
Yeah I knew I was that nigga acting up in high school
Making ruckus bored
Teacher call my name I get in trouble for it
Skipping often
Teacher call my name
Like "Where is Cameron Foster?"
I'm just in my bag teach
I been doing math teach
I was a young rack getter
Now I'm older
Same bag, teach
F*ck sitting in class
Talking about the shit from last week
And last week
And last week
Nigga I'm so over it
This a Donald Trump bullet
Hit your ear
And make your shoulder dip
I ain't have shit to learn
They couldn't teach me
Cause I know the shit
She see that the dough been getting cheesy
So she notice me
I peep that my bro been getting greasy
Man he over slick
You think that I'm over whooping
F*ck that shit I call it out
I don't wait for nothing
While these pussy niggas stall it out
I don't like to tussle but bro f*ck it
We can walk it out
I don't like discussions
I be pissed off just to talk about it
Piss me off then I'm a flick you off
Like, nigga f*ck you, kindly