No Wheaties - Remix
• Written by Holybrother
Yea, Feeling of being the greatest
Now that I'm up I'm rocking the leatest
Cruising trough New Orleans
Sittin' on '30's- like some ghetto orphans
Rocking retro Jordans - old school style
I am up to get that shine- Whatever supposed to be mine
The feeling of being worth it
We buying stuff we couldn't aford-and
We up now, Chillin' up in the space
When we smoking on that Kush, we be up, up and away
Holy Brother and the team
Something like Seahwaks in o-14
We up on the top of our game
Feeling famous, forgot how to feel the pain
Avoiding them haters, or maybe I'm just outta they reach
Smoking green, drinking purple, 3am, South Beach
Every morning when I wake up
Already feeling buzz, cuz my tem blazed up
We chillin', untouchable
Like Mike J. on that basketball - court
Every morning still I thank the Lord
Thank Allah and Muhammad
In general thank God
I thank Him for this team to ride - with me
If there was no them there would be no me
Thanks Lord for giving me ability to rap
If I could I would give you a hug and a dap
I am thankful for my team and my niggas
We ain't got tha beef, we ain't gotta pull triggers
But still we be on the watch
No worries, God, thank you very much
Thank you for blessing me with all these amazing thangs
Thank you for the joy in my heart that your angels bring.
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Holybrother
Member since February 1 2014