Rudy Williams - Champagne lyrics

Yeah, I'd like to do a little bit of a toast right here I ain't even going to call this a song This is just a feeling This sh**'s called champagne Everybody raise your gla**es [Verse 1: Rudy Williams] Hey yo I'm ashing in the pottery Winning like lucky lottery I'm painting y'all the picture I spit autobiography Chilling in the moment, I'm hoping that I enjoy it And if you need some sh** you should call and make an appointment I'm trying to get some paper to fold it like origami But y'all know that bread will bring beef like a pastrami With sk**s on cruise control I'm better than the usual But I'm just doing business, the studio is my cubicle Every time I speak you see the ethic in my sentences And all the older G's are giving credit on my emphasis You can feel the magic when I'm stepping on the premises About to k** the game give protection to the witnesses Back up your best bet is probable just to let them breathe Chilling puffing on that exotic kush and the vanilla leaf At this point in time I wouldn't change a damn thing Everybody raise your gla**, this is champagne You know what, I'm going to give a toast real quick I put my champagne up in the air I'm going to close my eyes and I'm going to think about where I want to be at I'm going to just imagine myself there until I get there [Verse 2: Rudy Williams] Yeah, this is champagne pouring, home team scoring Late night recording while the whole city's snoring This is getting love when you're only showing a portion When your rhyme sk**s start getting compared to Jordan When you're getting cake and there's good trees in the swisher sweets You're shooting for the stars every single day like pistol pete Heart goes to hip hop, it will never skip a beat Sixteens are strong my breakbeats come with the jeep Reverse the homicide, subtract the gunplay Bring the Lear's airplane back on that runway I know it's far fetched, but maybe we'll see it one day Let's toast the champagne right under the sunrays Sitting in the hammock, rocking a pair of sunshades A cold gla** on the table where the blunt lays A magazine with your face on the front page Here's a ticket for success, one way Yeah, you know I'm going to celebrate You know I'm going to pour my champagne Me and my team are going to celebrate I know there's a lot of haters out there, but we don't f** with y'all We don't pay no attention I'll see you on the other side This is champagne, b**h