#fool wit it

I go full on when I rehearse, run it back like reverb Wonder if they care how many cigarettes in each verse Fifi on a feature, shaking like a seizure Sounding like a sea shell, one horse on my t-shirt My phone die twice a day, noodles in the microwave In school, I threw my life away and a nigga towed my bike away But now I'm woke, I'm wide awake, LA was the hideaway Lying in the jungle but you will not take my pride away Run it back like reverse or a backward t-shirt Or a B with research but she put too much cheaters Tuck and roll, tuck and roll, so many more blunts to fold We is not the Huxtables, the tux is just to juxtapose Tuck and roll, tuck and roll, it's so many blunts to fold We is not the Huxtables, the tux is just to juxtapose Tuck and roll, tuck and roll, it's so many blunts to fold We is not the Huxtables, the tux is just to juxtapose Caught her in some low light She got no type Speak up, these speakers loud like what I rolled right? Why you tellin' secrets, baby, I don't wanna gossip I might show you where the light goes But I know where you go at night I been stackin' money on my tippy-toes I'll be stackin' money 'til my ceiling grow, 'til the ceiling broke Magic with the water and some talent, complicated potions They call most of us niggas thugs, all these propagated notions Keep the light like matches, damn, damn, damn, damn Aurora Borealis, damn, damn, damn, damn I don't talk to strangers, damn, damn, damn, damn Cause that phony shit contagious, damn, damn, damn, damn Parlay with a nigga like me West side, chicken dinner, gizzards with some iced tea, damn, damn, damn, damn Uncle Remus if you with it, I'm a fool wit it I'm too gifted, we too lifted like new spirits Chano you a fool wit it, damn, damn Qari such a fool wit it, damn, damn Hey I know where the light goes, damn, damn, damn Yeah I know what to do with it, damn, damn, damn, damn 

Fool Wit It - Super Bwe ft Chance the Rapper

Produced by Cam O’bi

Illustrated by my 1 of my idols Abel Gray