Warm Brew - Proper Amount lyrics

Ray Wright Street stalker Night dwellin negro, ready for a 211 bu*ton up ya peacoat Used to be a knucklehead slippin on gettin c-notes Now I see the picture I pocketed thru the peep hole, so people Listen up n gobble wat I'm sayin They been f**in us over since thanksgivin, I ain't playin Why the f** you think these navajos gamble wit no delayin? Prophet n a poet tell the government I'm stayin N thats just how a muthaf**a get down Countin paper pullin p**y wit a westcoast sound So pound pound and keep it movin bruh, to each his own N I'mma get it how im livin on this microphone Young, black brotha standin 6 foot 1 Bout a buck eighty-four wit a knife or a gun Got the work on me daily cuz I stay on deck Wit sum sticky ooey gooey that'll burn yo neck, n***a Just ya local playa patnah Tryna see my fans scream louder than the oprah Occasional visits from the good head doctor N afta smoke a fatty tell the b**h, roll the Proper Amount Hook Why you tryin tell me That money ain't the only thing in life thats key And why they tryin play me Like I dont know the difference 'tween an ounce or a key Well I do and guess what? I keep it real and won't front Because it's all that I know I give my heart to these shows And never simp for ho Manu Li Hungry like a 3rd grader like naw I ain't ate Cuz I skip 2nd grade like naw I late I am We are West coast supar The sun. The moon. The new lunar Scriptures I Reid Grown man jr Jahmiu. Kazeem Magic. Kareem Chemistry like comatose The aroma of the roast that make the starving man strong Like feed em the post Guess I'm making a living. Just by making up quotes But my subject of living is just not making the dough Feel I'm making a difference simply but letting you know There's 5 million dollas jus sittin in ya soul It's hard to find love Easy to find gold It's hard to find queens It's easy to find hoes Why do we k** ourself from alcohol and nobody knows I smoke the right amount until my a** get old I'm so blown