Vanilla Cream E

Oh yeah, man. Some of the best though. Know what I'm sayin'? That London Drugs, that Larry June, You know what I mean? Two peas in a Pod, you know what I'm sayin'? Somethin' like, you know, Max Julian, And motherfuckin' Ron O'Neal, you know what I mean? I'm talkin' Super Fly and Goldie, What I'm talkin' about? Yeah, though. Get it where you fit in, nigga. What's happenin'? House smell like vanilla cream, Egyptian cotton pillow sheets. She woke up to that good dick, I had Her fall right back asleep. Velvet slipper house shoes feel coziest around my Feet. Syrup on my pancakes for breakfast with my Chai tea. Turn on the TV, yeah, Somethin' 'bout Spike Lee. He Got Game or better, Do the Right Thing. Wocky taste better in tropical, It's a Sprite thing. No mama, no mama, this ain't no iced tea. Watchin' Ron O'Neal slap bitches, It only felt right. Especially if her ass won't listen, Don't make me take flight. Jimmy, that's my brother forever, We had a late night. Helicopter droppin' off birdies, Wait, I said too much. Watch these rappers lie in they raps, But actin' too tough. All white like all you had thought you seen Was the Ku Klux. Never scuffin' none of my Jordans, You suckers poo-puts. Larry gon' light up the dutchie, I'm drinkin' straight mud. I was sittin' back, sippin' this juice, I got the upper hand. Wipin' down the counters in my kitchen, Thinkin' Benjamin. Audiobook playin', John Wick on the table. Baby walked in with twenty G's, Took to Chanel. Calculate a couple mil', Make sure it's vacuum sealed. My income perpetual, it's platinum, Not stainless steel. Hoppin' out the newest shit, probably with my newest Bitch. I don't even rap, I spread knowledge, I got a lot to give. Touchdown, flight to Boston. Countin' up, I'm exhausted. Fell asleep in first class, vanilla cream in my Coffin. TFL. London Drugs. Uh.