Fried Rice

[Intro: Bas]

Milk

[Chorus: Bas]

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Jamo and the ginger beer, I’m gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it sit in there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I'm over it though, had to block me a number

[Interlude]

We’re sorry

[Verse 1: Bas]

This from the latest collection, my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to spare

Vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20

I see Heaven and Hell

Yeah, just to bust up a sale

Yeah, tell 'em come and get me fuckin' nonviolence when the nine flyin'

Hear her lullabyin', make her sing like Adele

Heavy on me like a pelle

Singin' off-key, get 'em off me

We on all streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street