"Poppy Seed Buns" lyrics
DJ Rude One & Wiki Lyrics
Woke up in the Mill
Whipped it to the Chi
Rolled up a little bit of loud
Was gifted by the by-
Standers turned fans after I hit'em with the live
Sign all the Wik Enterprise shirts that they buy
While I'm getting to work, hit'em with the vibe
Hit it, whether it's mid or it's high
Give'em the spliff, the kid, never miss when he high
Gotta stay lifted, til I live in the sky
Hold heaven like one, two, fifth
Watch all the fly biddies pass by
Could still get some piff and get fly
Had breakfast at Jimbo's with the Big Times
Getting dinner at the fish fry
If you guarantee me this when I die
I'll give it up right now
I've spit enough shit to retire
I realized it ain't a Grammy I'm after, I'm live
The Block my pride, my prize? A mural on the upper West Side
Plural, one over by Wise, one on Riverside Drive
Right here now, I'm alive though
So tell me, who you gonna ride for?
Make a decision in time
You Switzerland? think you could hide?
Now, you're getting hit, from both side of your dome
After all of your bullshit, the pulpit gonna be riding you home
Really just die in your soul
Couldn't think was on the brink, thought you finally chose
But wasn't clutch enough, didn't pick, so
Whether sick, or thriving and old, you're a player-hater
So either way you're dying alone
All in due time, a pile of bones
I ain't gonna be smiling, no
It's just the way of the world, the glide of the globe
I'm non-violent, but wild, out of control
My style Juvenile and HOV
Iceberg Snoopy, but I'm an old soul, not Goofy
I ain't a child no more
Whipped it to the Chi
Rolled up a little bit of loud
Was gifted by the by-
Standers turned fans after I hit'em with the live
Sign all the Wik Enterprise shirts that they buy
While I'm getting to work, hit'em with the vibe
Hit it, whether it's mid or it's high
Give'em the spliff, the kid, never miss when he high
Gotta stay lifted, til I live in the sky
Hold heaven like one, two, fifth
Watch all the fly biddies pass by
Could still get some piff and get fly
Had breakfast at Jimbo's with the Big Times
Getting dinner at the fish fry
If you guarantee me this when I die
I'll give it up right now
I've spit enough shit to retire
I realized it ain't a Grammy I'm after, I'm live
The Block my pride, my prize? A mural on the upper West Side
Plural, one over by Wise, one on Riverside Drive
Right here now, I'm alive though
So tell me, who you gonna ride for?
Make a decision in time
You Switzerland? think you could hide?
Now, you're getting hit, from both side of your dome
After all of your bullshit, the pulpit gonna be riding you home
Really just die in your soul
Couldn't think was on the brink, thought you finally chose
But wasn't clutch enough, didn't pick, so
Whether sick, or thriving and old, you're a player-hater
So either way you're dying alone
All in due time, a pile of bones
I ain't gonna be smiling, no
It's just the way of the world, the glide of the globe
I'm non-violent, but wild, out of control
My style Juvenile and HOV
Iceberg Snoopy, but I'm an old soul, not Goofy
I ain't a child no more
