Baking Soda Songtext

I established it alone [?]
Intimately in the business of stretching out lessons
Crammed in a business of pressure invested
From my early days verbal and vestige
Never quite know if they heard what I said
From this mode of faith, code unaffected
See [?] and scoping for mids
I don’t owe no one else but the reverend
Who got my OG still folding her hands
We got [?] I flow so accessible
Nothing in an excess but excess of course
I was up with my bread, so I bet some more
It got stacked and [?] checkerboard
I’m a king but got less in this metaphor
Nothing but my knowledge of the [?]
Days are mine and it’s set with the best support
Love my brothers, I wish I could tell ’em more
They gon feel when they get to this step I’m on
When the mirror way under the pedestal
And you traded your face for development And your tears is now trees
I been gave my soul away to the drum I’ma live forever
We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever
She say we either on drugs or need to be
Which is better?
She was already gone fore I could see she ain’t get the letter
I been gave my soul away to the drum I’ma live forever
We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever
She say we either on drugs or need to be
Which is better?
She was already gone before I could see she ain’t get the letter

Soul away to the drum I’ma live forever
We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever
She say we either on drugs or need to be
Which is better?
She was already gone fore I could see she ain’t get the letter
I been gave my soul away to the drum I’ma live forever
We ain’t come from gold spoons but gold chains, my niggas’ clever
She say we either on drugs or need to be
Which is better?
She was already gone before I could see she ain’t get the letter