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?