Saturday Coffee

[Intro: Tha God Fahim] Ain’t fucking up this joint [Verse] Check it, uh—I’m so buttery and saucy Fuck up off me I stay woke like coffee I’m conscious, and you got a mind full of nonsense Just tryna make it to the land of the promise, I can feel it’s close Long as you feeling the hope, my shit is dope Ain’t worried about the opinion of none of these folks I be blowing smoke while watching the profit gross I don’t need to boast on every tape I overdose Choppa shots sound like a motorboat You like something you need to get fixed, you kinda broke Open up your wig like a envelope Drop a hollow top in, how I give and go So?