Burnt Spoons (IYKYK)

Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Tv never worked
Got damn antennas was broke
Yeah, burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Tv never worked
Got damn antennas was broke
Yeah, burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Fruit loops contaminated
Ironically this fruity loops I'm rhyming on
My nigga he jail break it
Come from throwing rocks at the chain gang
Wa da da dang
One ankle sprain
From literally blowing up the game
More Cain than O-Dog
You niggas so soft
All gang and no dawg
Won't let that verse release
Unless it's about some real shit
No fluff bars
My battle scars from the field bitch
Partaking in nothing that I can't live wit
Over do my part
Disregarding bout who you live wit
Show disrespect
We shooting protected government buildings
Kidnapping wives mamas and children
No remorse if I resort to the kill switch
Too cool to ever stress about who a bitch with
Revolving door the same way that you came In
The same way you gon leave shit
To all my Brothers and kinsmen
Bob yo head if you feel this
This the flow that a nigga gon build wit
No gossip rags or paparazzi
They hate me probably
But bitch I'm about to blow up
Tell Cole to pay me properly
For all my niggas that's government property
Hold ya head
You gotta be stronger when you locked my G
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Tv never worked got damn antennas was broke
Yeah, burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Tv never worked got damn antennas was broke
Yeah, burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Mom dukes,
And pops too
Said get at you
Nobody ever,
Taught us how to hustle
We was naturals
We had to
Grew up in the slums
Not a castle
Had mom dukes
Whipping up them chickens
Like it's fast food
Could've thrown salt
But it's mo playa to get at you
A Nap nigga
Whipping like Jeff Gordon
Had a flag too
Ain't ask too
Knew it was a go
Never had to
You niggas dropping dimes Like some bitches
Streets volume 2
Got 3 of my niggas with a .22
Figured I would rather hoop
Goals is too big
But if I call my dawgs
They letting loose
Fuck going to jail
I'd rather shoot
That took me out the loop
Won't say too much
Hope they repented before they met the truth
Bang
Mari
Damn Unk what's wrong with this spoon
I'm sitting here eating my cereal and shit
I think you need to clean it
Nah you good
Just go grab another one out the sink
I went over there I looked
They all black
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Tv never worked got damn antennas was broke
Yeah, burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Tv never worked got damn antennas was broke
Yeah, burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
Burnt spoons inside cereal bowls
With all the odds stacked against me
Feel like I could crack DaVinci
Learned the beat codes
And went beast mode till the pack was empty
Spitting like hear ye hear ye
My vision got seen clearly
After I spit a sixteen
And they seen they wasn't fucking wit me
Honestly, my sixteens be more twenty to twenty-four
Can't believe I'm charging y'all nothing
For the game I got on the floor
For game I got on the turf
For game I got on the bench
Started where I was
When couldn't no coach get me to sit
Couldn't no boss tell me to mop
I been cleaning up a lot
Grew up where the dope spots
Was syncing with coke drops
You see it bussing on the first
Vivrant thing on the fifteenth
Eyes wide open
Was soaking in game like a cotton tee
The spotlight is on me
Like Frank Lucas in a mink
Never falling out with my niggas
If you don't see em they probably wasn't for me
I always been one to dream
And chase it like it's seen
Conscious too big
Til' I injected fuck it in my stream