"St. Ides" lyrics
Murs & DJ.Fresh Lyrics
I spend the summer out in Clement Falls
Fell in love and came up on some brand new drawers
I was 13 sippin' St. Ides
She looked like Kelly Williams with some slanted eyes
I had a chick out in [?]
Bitch used to stay stoned like the Philistine
Said her man had a dick like a millipede
She would let me fuck and suck her pussy for a little weed
Checked in a motel, we had some more dope to sell
Five dollar take though, you know the story well
Mashed from the East O, straight to the east coast
24 hour grind, been on that beast mode
My money was micro
My bitch was a psycho
She would start trippin', "Bitch is you on yo' cycle?"
If you ain't fuckin' on ya period
Then muthafucka you ain't serious
I was 18 sippin' St. Ides
Takin' weed across all them state lines
But I never smoked my own supply
How you gettin' money if you gettin' high?
How you elevatin' if you celebratin'?
Used to be illegal now they talkin' 'bout it's medication
Free the homies that emancipation
Grow 40 acres worth of weed that's my reparation
In a nation tryin' to kill us, tryin' to hold us back
I want my picket fence and a cul de sac
Sacrificed bein' cool so I could stack my bread
You tryin' to get some likes I'm tryin' to get ahead
I'm dead serious about my presidents
Had to get it done had no dad in the residence
Had to do it on my own be my own man
Said, "I'm 'bout to be a rapper" but had no fans
No plan B to fall back on
On the corner with my music, got my rap on
I was 21 sippin' St. Ides
Slangin' music that would change lives
That was 7 years before I got signed
But I never sold out to get mine
I did me though, never flippin' kilos
But still kept it hood like some chilly cheese Fritos
No tuxedo, when I finally hit The Grammys
In some Dickies and some Chucks so the streets understand me
Never could me out but you can count me down
A couple more years 'til I wear the crown
Round and round man y'all know how the story go
Give me all the money but to God is where the glory go
Now-a-days it's kinda hard to find St. Ides
So I might buy the franchise
Fell in love and came up on some brand new drawers
I was 13 sippin' St. Ides
She looked like Kelly Williams with some slanted eyes
I had a chick out in [?]
Bitch used to stay stoned like the Philistine
Said her man had a dick like a millipede
She would let me fuck and suck her pussy for a little weed
Checked in a motel, we had some more dope to sell
Five dollar take though, you know the story well
Mashed from the East O, straight to the east coast
24 hour grind, been on that beast mode
My money was micro
My bitch was a psycho
She would start trippin', "Bitch is you on yo' cycle?"
If you ain't fuckin' on ya period
Then muthafucka you ain't serious
I was 18 sippin' St. Ides
Takin' weed across all them state lines
But I never smoked my own supply
How you gettin' money if you gettin' high?
How you elevatin' if you celebratin'?
Used to be illegal now they talkin' 'bout it's medication
Free the homies that emancipation
Grow 40 acres worth of weed that's my reparation
In a nation tryin' to kill us, tryin' to hold us back
I want my picket fence and a cul de sac
Sacrificed bein' cool so I could stack my bread
You tryin' to get some likes I'm tryin' to get ahead
I'm dead serious about my presidents
Had to get it done had no dad in the residence
Had to do it on my own be my own man
Said, "I'm 'bout to be a rapper" but had no fans
No plan B to fall back on
On the corner with my music, got my rap on
I was 21 sippin' St. Ides
Slangin' music that would change lives
That was 7 years before I got signed
But I never sold out to get mine
I did me though, never flippin' kilos
But still kept it hood like some chilly cheese Fritos
No tuxedo, when I finally hit The Grammys
In some Dickies and some Chucks so the streets understand me
Never could me out but you can count me down
A couple more years 'til I wear the crown
Round and round man y'all know how the story go
Give me all the money but to God is where the glory go
Now-a-days it's kinda hard to find St. Ides
So I might buy the franchise
