Continental Kush Breakfast

My homie pharis told me you couldnt hustle for a living, But
That rich O' porter money had a nigga driven
And word to my nigga stan i was buggin for a minute
But the card of tables turned, they still spinnin
Now homie flew me from kenny to NY city
My uncle told me let the sky be ya limit
I was cool with a kid in the kitchen who was a chemist,
As far as bread, my momma told me to make plenty
So its money in my bank account and money in my denims,
In high school them girls use to blow me kisses
But its money over bitches
Shout out to spitter they wear us out like fen DR
Lets hit the shower to where the mush wendy
But me im from the dirty, the dingy, the south
From everywhere we at we smoke it out