Yeah, fresh wes
Chorus x2 fresh wes] It's wes y'all I'm drinkin' now I'm drinkin' y'all I'm drinkin' now
[maestro fresh First I to crawl, then I learn to walk Then I learn to talk, then I to rhyme Suckers try to my lines But i'mma ya On the I murder Killing chump Since the days of eating gerber's food The crazy dude the pablum, the bad one I grab the mic just a magnum Fly girls was jiggling, to my ding-a-ling Wes, you was hitting skins as a Yeah but I was fingering Yeah, check out shorty in the They're big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers Grown-ups knew I be wealthy used to say "that baby boy talent, but his mouth is so filthy" I creazy rhymes to the beat Had the, of speach But I still couldn't reach, the tall of milk On the table, my lyrics were But still I able to get it I didn't sweat it, I it no mind I wrote another fat at the drop of a dime Now I'm for the day to come So I can hear my say, "wesley you son of a gun"
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[maestro wes] No time for chilling I wrote a killa rap, made an track back the similack Graduated the formula, I had a scheme Milk was calling me, just the pipe to a fiend But still I had to cool, couldn't play a fool So many mcs, are dropping out of To get a record deal, it gotta hustle Yo yo yo, how did fall off? Got lost in the Ho thought he was a Every chick he'd he romanced her Acting like a dancer But the music industry hobbes, is as cancer No place for a rapper, that still wearing Even if you're signed, still got to struggle And making fat beats is a piece of the puzzle So props to the brother that made the clap Becuase my gave me flack money had my back Forget the pacifier and your Came out three cuts Now on these nuts I got another rhyme, won't you it So fine tune the mic, engineer and i'mma 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 with your label No time to play clown, if you want to around the business, and this 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 that you're getting money ain't last (what's this? ) another fat that I build You know it a long time But the borther's milk
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Outro [maestro fresh Yeah, going out to diggin' in the crates, main We out