[ Featuring RikShaw ]
Tryna stack this bread
With the cheese and the lettuce
Gatekeepers never ever wanna let us
Always cryptic
Symbols and letters
Suave dressed up
More tuscan leather
She wan take this
Straight up another level
Seven eight floors and I never wanna settle
Tongue and cheek
White lies on the bevel
Posture f*cked like we carry all our medals
I was tryna stand out
Yeah way before the flip phone
Buzzed off of football
Everywhere I went know I had to bring the bright cones
Man on a mission
Music in the system
Naij with the irish
So you know they had to listen
Took it for a spin
Every beat is getting christened
Treat it like a deja vu
Don't know who's got you
But you gotta stick it true
With ones who aint new like
Ima step in with some nice creps
Used to redeyes early flights and some meal preps
No need for defibs cuz the pulse check
When I run sets
Say the goon bring the aura
No Rita
Mamacita
Don't talk your self down for a feature
Reeling in the years by the litre
We don't need no metric
The B in bounce stays silent
Like the level of funk that we mess with
Tryna stack this bread
With the cheese and the lettuce
Gatekeepers never ever wanna let us
Always cryptic
Symbols and letters
Suave dressed up
More tuscan leather
She wan take this
Straight up another level
Seven eight floors and I never wanna settle
Tongue in cheek
White lies on the bevel
Posture f*cked like we carry all our medals
I got that funk you know
F*cking up this digital bounce
Gots pedigree but they triple z
Sleep on the sound
My posture looking clean
Water on me
Nobody gowl
They ask me how much hits we got
Man I lost f*cking count
Make no mistake
I can make the earth shake
When I f*cking cook clean on the beat
In one take
She got good physique
And she looks sweet
It's all cake
Ask me hows my day
I say it's good it's all great
She wanna party with me
With me
We cook and clean on this beat
This beat
Yeah I'm sipping on some ice tea
I'm from that city with the blue streets
Who is we
We some real gs
Yeah we too cool
You know rikky and the goon got it groovy
Tryna stack this bread
With the cheese and the lettuce
Gatekeepers never ever wanna let us
Always cryptic
Symbols and letters
Suave dressed up
More tuscan leather
She wan take this
Straight up another level
Seven eight floors and I never wanna settle
Tongue and cheek
White lies on the bevel
Posture f*cked like we carry all our medals
