Saturday Coffee

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Ain’t fucking up this joint

[Verse]
Check it, uh—I’m so buttery and saucy
Fuck up off me
I stay woke like coffee
I’m conscious, and you got a mind full of nonsense
Just tryna make it to the land of the promise, I can feel it’s close
Long as you feeling the hope, my shit is dope
Ain’t worried about the opinion of none of these folks
I be blowing smoke while watching the profit gross
I don’t need to boast on every tape I overdose
Choppa shots sound like a motorboat
You like something you need to get fixed, you kinda broke
Open up your wig like a envelope
Drop a hollow top in, how I give and go
So?