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