"Cheap Whiskey 70's Riesling" lyrics

This beat is so cold
Yeah

And it's always the hardest thing
Your blood is runnin' all in me
Wish I had a chance to write ya
I wish I didn't look just like ya
At times, I think it haunts me
Cheap whisky runnin' all in me
Wish I had a chance to like ya
Wish I didn't look just like ya

And won't you listen, won't you listen
Pay attention, they hear me
I'm on the road to riches, bagging gold out the pigment
Fuckin' with you jokers only gave me a good laugh
Had to give up smoking but I'm puffing this good stash
Woke up in the chocha
What the fuck is my name, bitch
Feeling on my aura
Holy shit, I'm the greatest
Walked up in your function
Fucking up all your Lays chips
Product of the 90's, I'm surprised that I made it

And oh, oh, oh, if Papa could see me
We probably share a toast over 70's Reislings
I'm trying to get ahold of these demons
It ain't easy
And oh, oh, oh, if mama ain't love me
I'd probably be
I'd probably be robbing and cheating
Tryin' get ahold of these demons
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy (Nah)