I wake up every morning, grindin’ like that Folgers,
I wake up every morning, grindin’ like that Folgers, Coffee in my system, yeah, I’m ready, I’m a soldier. Toastin’ up the haters, watch 'em crumble like some bread, Pistol packin’ dreams, got the heat up in my head. Caffeine in my veins, fueled by ambition’s rush, Toaster poppin’ off, while the world is in a hush. Gunnin’ for the top, never settle for the least, Life’s a feast, I’m the chef, man, I’m servin’ up the beast. Countin’ all my blessings, watchin’ haters’ faces frown, Like a toaster, I’m electric, puttin’ pressure on the crown. Burnin’ up the track, feel the heat, it’s gettin’ real, Folgers in the pot, but it’s the grind that’s the deal. Aiming for the stars, with the hustle in my sight, Toaster gun down, I’m just ready for the fight. Every bar I spit, like I’m toastin’ up some gold, In this lyrical kitchen, watch my story unfold.
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I wake up every morning, grindin’ like that Folgers, Coffee in my system, yeah, I’m ready, I’m a soldier. Toastin’ up the haters, watch 'em crumble like some bread, Pistol packin’ dreams, got the heat up in my head. Caffeine in my veins, fueled by ambition’s rush, Toaster poppin’ off, while the world is in a hush. Gunnin’ for the top, never settle for the least, Life’s a feast, I’m the chef, man, I’m servin’ up the beast. Countin’ all my blessings, watchin’ haters’ faces frown, Like a toaster, I’m electric, puttin’ pressure on the crown. Burnin’ up the track, feel the heat, it’s gettin’ real, Folgers in the pot, but it’s the grind that’s the deal. Aiming for the stars, with the hustle in my sight, Toaster gun down, I’m just ready for the fight. Every bar I spit, like I’m toastin’ up some gold, In this lyrical kitchen, watch my story unfold.
G.O.A.T. 🐐
G.O.A.T. 🐐
G.O.A.T. 🐐
G.O.A.T. 🐐
G.O.A.T. 🐐
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