The Experience

[Verse 1]

Smothered chicken as far as breakfast goes

Shout out to the left overs that left us those

Cheese grits like a remix how we stretching those

In 9th grade Pierre would keep his weapon close

I still treat breakfast the same, my friends still catch wreck with their aim

I'm still henny and coke, and speaking of

We was surrounded by it

And ducking all the jewels from the users on that diet

And we ain't have the heart to try it but saw the brave ones

And looked at that as a jewel on how they became one

We all shared last names with them same ones

And Penny's where I learned my J from, I'm built how I'm built

Solo artist but I never had to sing alone

The scent Creed and the Timbs is never single sole

The whip was low enough for me to be low

But loud enough for you to be in the know

Know we salute to the experience

[Poem/Interlude]

We were the loud ones with quiet souls

Intentions well and good but buried underneath over pricing

We wanted nothing more than everything, simply everything

Whatever that entails, we wanted it and still do

Still do we never sit still, as being settle is being settled

And we could never became that

And never will

[Verse 2]

Grew up with a bunch of Lenny Cooke's

May God bless 'em all like a Biggie hook

They hooked us early as far as the way these women look

And looking for 'em had us looking for a bigger push

Call it the laws of attraction baby

It's nothing more than a reaction baby, we push this to get you

Whatever "this" is, as long as what it gets is

All that we assumed but shit you know the way that "this" fits

In square trucks Tryna bring a couple models 'round

The same ones who brought your bottles down

I bottled up the ambition and passed it around the room

Til half us around the room know the logic now

And all of us ain't see the vision so some of us got left behind

But nothing could yet divide us from our calling now

Like how the call to the corner was as sweet as quarter water

All for you to wanna climb up on us now

Salute to the experience

[Poem/Interlude]

Sweeter than sweet potato soufflé

Store runs for extra sugar and those runs showed us

More than those who sent us ever would've

Or as sweet as a scam that left our finger prints dirty

But our sneakers clean and our company cleaner

The taste of life in all its glory

Be it Harvard or heinous, we took it where none would take it

And poured Henny over it's glory

[Verse 3]

Back when me and Biz played the coupe

He showed me the lane, I showed him stoops

We showed each other money, and loyalty be everything it seems to

So lil Biz will be straight if you ever need dude

The same agenda applies to all of my friends who

Saw that coinciding was nothing coincidental

Never, it's just the way we're put together

And none of this shit could be any better

Salute to experience

[Poem/Interlude]

A generation generating genius

Hard headed like the curb beneath us

They say in the absence of logic you search for motive

But really motive defines us based on being aware of logic

And aware of the dollars and yea "mo' money mo' problems"

But no money no options, see the logic?

And for that, we salute to the experience