Yeah, fresh wes
Chorus x2 [maestro fresh It's fresh wes I'm drinkin' now I'm milk y'all I'm drinkin' now
fresh wes] First I to crawl, then I learn to walk Then I learn to talk, then I to rhyme try to hock my lines But serve ya On the I murder Killing rappers Since the of eating gerber's baby food The dude with the pablum, the bad one I grab the mic just like a Fly was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling Wes, you was hitting skins as a Yeah true but I was Yeah, out shorty in the diapers They're some big rhyming at the ciphers Grown-ups knew that I be They to say "that baby boy talent, but his mouth is so filthy" I worte creazy to the beat Had the, freedom of But I still reach, the tall glass of milk On the table, my were stable But still I able to get it I didn't it, I paid it no mind I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a 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 for chilling black I wrote a killa rap, an illa track back the similack Graduated from the formula, I had a Milk was calling me, just the pipe to a fiend But still I had to play cool, couldn't play a So mcs, are dropping out of pre-school To get a record deal, it gotta hustle Yo yo yo, how did money off? Got lost in the Ho he was a prankster Every chick he'd meet he her Acting a private dancer But the industry hobbes, is serious as cancer No place for a rapper, still wearing papmpers Even if signed, you'll still got to struggle And making fat beats is just a piece of the So props to the that made the soul clap Becuase my labels me flack money had my back Forget the and your beachnut Came out three cuts Now everybody's on nuts I got another rhyme, you check it So fine the mic, engineer and i'mma wreck it
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[maestro fresh 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 record No time to play clown, if you want to stay Learn the business, and this a playground No time for dr. suess, or mother You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get Just a of advice, now go your own path And that allowance that getting money ain't gonna last (what's this? ) fat beat that I build You know it a long time But the drinking milk
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Outro fresh wes] Yeah, out to diggin' in the crates, main source We out