Yeah, Maestro wes
Chorus x2 fresh wes] It's wes y'all I'm drinkin' now I'm drinkin' y'all I'm milk now
[maestro wes] First I to crawl, then I learn to walk I learn to talk, then I learn to rhyme Suckers try to my lines But i'mma ya On the I murder chump rappers Since the days of eating gerber's baby The dude with the pablum, the bad one I grab the mic just a magnum Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my Wes, you was skins as a baby Yeah true but I was Yeah, check out shorty in the They're some big rhyming at the ciphers Grown-ups knew I be wealthy They to say "that baby boy talent, but his mouth is so filthy" I worte creazy rhymes to the Had the, of speach But I still couldn't reach, the tall of milk On the table, my were stable But still I wasn't to get it I sweat it, I paid it no mind I wrote another fat rhyme at the of a dime Now I'm hoping for the day to So I can hear my say, "wesley you son of a gun"
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[maestro wes] No time for chilling I a killa rap, made an illa track Knocking back the Graduated the formula, I had a scheme was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiend But still I had to cool, couldn't play a fool So many mcs, are out of pre-school To get a record deal, forget it gotta Yo yo yo, how did money off? Got in the shuffle Ho thought he was a Every chick he'd he romanced her Acting like a private But the music hobbes, is serious as cancer No place for a rapper, that still wearing Even if you're signed, still got to struggle And fat beats is just a piece of the puzzle So props to the brother that made the soul Becuase my gave me flack money had my back Forget the pacifier and your Came out with three Now everybody's on these I got another rhyme, you check it So fine the mic, engineer and i'mma wreck it
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[maestro wes] You know you got to go for self, support Like krs said, you got to promote a fact not a fable, (word) Get out the Or be grippling with your record label No time to play clown, if you want to around Learn the business, and ain't a playground No for dr. suess, or mother goose You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get Just a piece of advice, now go your own And that allowance you're getting money ain't gonna last (what's this? ) another fat beat I build You it took a long time But the borther's milk
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Outro fresh wes] Yeah, out to diggin' in the crates, main source We out