Cronies Lyrics

Niggas used to be my friends but wanna make amends

That's cause they see a hundred M$ hanging off my limbs

It's duly noted I'm devoted to my pockets loaded

And Willy Wonka couldn't mold way it's candy coated

I bring her ice cream when she bloated 'cause you been demoted

It's too much money to be folded don't know where to hold it

I'm never new to this stay true to this you know my motto

I spent a ticket like the lotto on a brand new auto

I pop a bottle with a model while we hide in Cabo

It's so much fog up in the silo look like Sleepy Hollow

I have a sojourn out in Cairo take off like Apollo

And land in Greece, then we feast on authentic gyros

I fill the engine with ignition fuck up the suspension

You got my soldier at attention all this sexual tension

What's your math and your extension I forgot to mention

I pay tution got a pension never penny pinching

And if you wanna be a leader need to learn to follow

And most you niggas built to follow so that's hard to swallow

I put my hand upon the bible dead upon arrival

All my discography archivals never no survivals

I'm on my cocyx in the tropics getting hella chocolate

With a Hottentot of Venus who love going topless

Blowing toxic from my chakras living my biopic

I have the valet pull it up and hop into the cockpit

This one for my homies this one for the cronies

Nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi

I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni

I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only

Yea, this one for my homies this one for the cronies

A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi

Switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni

I used to breakfast out at Shoney's

A nigga flow like the Nile it's casualties for miles

I throw cadavers in a pile let the stench get foul

I tell my story with a smile let you know my trials

The last griot with a tongue, the last prophet of the sun

The 12 valve and the handling is so agile

My initials in the towels and I'm well endowed

I'm well bred, well read, almost over they heads

I keep a tool like a shed plus a drill in bed

Gold teeth in my jowls, verbiage like bowels

I spit bile, sick, vile, CDC compiles

Big files and gazettes on cds cassettes

That I eject so adept from my throat and neck

I came to wreck, cut the check, I ain't accomplished yet

A plot of land plus a plow and a baby cow

I purchase a mast and a bow since I'm wavy now

Hop off the deck soaking wet to a private jet, yea

This one for my homies this one for the cronies

A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi

I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni

I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only

Yea, this one for my homies this one for the cronies

A nigga used to eat bologna now I'm eating Ōmi

I'm switching out the macaroni for the rigatoni

I used to breakfast out at Shoney's now it's Tiffy's only

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