Home Fried

Home Fried

Benji (Hook 1)

Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine

You know life can be a dame shame… Sometimes

Everything we got is hand made… Home Fried

Yeah… Yeah… Yeah

Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine

Yeah… Yeah… Yeah…

Skinny Deville (Verse 1)

You either gon hate it or love it

Whatever’s weighing you down you gotta rise above it

Life is give and take sometimes you gotta shove it

Like Rockford Fosgates in a old school bucket

Elbow out the window middle finger to the public

It is what it is I aint worried if it wasn’t

Little sum’n in my cup so yeah a Nicca buzzing

Made a few mistakes no sense in huffing’ & puffin

Shit can go left but what if it doesn’t

Just keep on truckin’ don’t get caught in the moment

wins and the loses somebody gotta own em

Its all real estate poppa was a rolling stoner

He Taught me a lot but i still don’t know enough

Movie at the speed of life and aint no slowing up

Once you get where you goin you still growing up

Then he told me son… What?

Benji (Hook 2)

Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine

You know life can be a dame shame… Sometimes

Everything we got is hand made… Home Fried

Yeah… Yeah… Yeah

Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine

Yeah… Yeah… Yeah…

Scales (Verse 2)

I just bought a ounce out in Tucson

I’m rolling up to my boo come

I been living life like a true don

Got a stack on me plus coupons

I’m loving how she love on me

Got a keg and a few drugs on me

I do my show while she tug on me

Shotgunning beers I got suds on me

Clutch (Verse 3)

Where would I be without my homies

My bros, my bruhs, my crew, my cronies

Exclusive club, members only

Take it back to the high top pony’s

Crossing the country like a pair saucony’s

Married to the game I’ll never be lonely

That what you call a holy matrimony

Any thing else is a bunch of baloney

Buffalo Stille (Verse 4)

They got us hopping hoops, dodgin’ their obstacles

But what’s a speed bump to a car that’s unstoppable

Every month gotta do the impossible

Try to stay in pocket when the pressure’s intolerable

If that’s not the play time to call you an audible

Get it out the mud like ya came from the Bonnaroo

Often you’ll fall but don’t run to the hospital

Rise like the sun n return like the Prodigal

This shit ain’t on me man it’s deep in my Molecules

Every last particle Nappy down to the follicle

Penning this fire off in someplace tropical

Smoke coming off da paper these is the chronicles

-Boah!