TEP1 - Main Squeeze lyrics

#Database Verse 1 Divine feeling I'm high chilling Thoughts spill and Reveal truth Of young youth Tryna make it in that booth Shout out to my hommie TRW Stacking dollars, making moves Can't forget about my crew Grinding hard & still in school (What up) To Causmic, chopping samples in that room Hommie, all yo beats sound fly Hommie, all yo beats sound cool (What up) To Tep-One everytime that I come through You be playing epic samples that I never would of knew Who knew, that I'd be writing rhymes & making loot Traveling around the world for that money I pursue I do, I'm working on another project too But I hope I don't trapped cause that there would be bad news To play the game, first you gotta learn the rules I play to win hommie, I don't play to lose I made a plan so I never get confused But if my plan A didn't work, it was something I didn't do I get it right the first time, no reviews Marijuana leaves come in all hues Red, green, purple, orange, bright blues Swear its hard to smoke 'em all cause its so many to choose I let my bamboo canoe Hotbox looking at the view with my main squeeze Hook Swear she my main squeeze so I put her in the air Dedicate it to my city then I say prayer Silly but I really care, stanking with your pretty hairs Elevator or the stairs, really can you take me there In clouds, please, can you take me there Elevator or the stairs, really can you take me there In clouds, please, can you take me there Verse 2 In that booth I am chef, every verse I cook and serve Throwing seeds feeding birds… Deeper meaning every seed I throws a pattern… And every pattern has a gram Cali OG Private Reserve… I write the words prefer Momma told me I should get my money first And if I'm headed to the bank, keep yo lane & do not swerve I swear my main squeeze help me calm nerve She remind me where I'm at and that bullsh** do occur… If it ain't that real raw I defer, trust You can take that chapstick back to where you were Sitback and listen here, attacks from angular Visionary positional, places, I limit my spaces to anything And everywhere, the rhythm is in the air, teaching us the Art of Share -Ring Hook