Lyrics May Weather - Driggz

Wrote this August 26th
On some Mayweather and McGregor shit
Smoke and relax on the medicine
I'm high as ever it was heaven sent
Pull up looking like a reverend
Boy I never ran and that's a definite
Superman I put the s in it
I put the effort in make it look effortless
I been flyer than the rest of them dudes
Wale and Weezy put a check on my boots
They ain't lying I be spitting fire
When I leave the session got to check on the booth
General don't got to check on the troops
ATL I fit the set in the coupe
Wilkinsburg niggas I know they'll shoot
If you ain't smoking sum I suggest that you do
I got some niggas out the four one two
Some of the realest that I ever knew
Roll up a fatty pull up to Fanatics
N cop us a pitcher and play us some pool
That was back when I was paying my due
Your woman crush was prolly playing the flute

We could take a break but don't delay me my loot
I be headed to the paper the blue
Benjamins see I bee making my due
What he mentioning
Lil nigga want to get militant
Well I know he got nothing to lose
Nigga I stick to the rules
I stick to the code
I went to the school
Learn from the pros my nigga
I chose to load up my goals
And then shoot for the moon
My nigga I want a loaf
A biscuit a roll and I want it soon
I want the bread
Yeah I want the credit
You could forget it
My nigga I want a loaf
A biscuit a roll and I want it soon
I want the bread
I aim for the head
Now don't make me take out your platoon