Farm To Table
Vic Mensa, Mick Jenkins
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Ayy, bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch Uh, smoke straight from the farm, I'm on my grow shit Ayy, Reposado to sip, how much I pour ya She in the Oscar de la Renta, I might have to de la Hoya Call my lawyer, don't even ask me Nigga, I came fashionably late, her style was Conde nasty That Pyrex wit' tight neck, I swallowed my breath Hers was more of an Architectural Digest, I digress Wit' our chests we both get to speaking our minds All kinda interior designs Superior grapes from inferior vines Switching time zones, these is curious times It's loose noodles, no furious spoons F*ck the waves if I could bury the moon, I mean Shit is getting very cartoon I keep this bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch Uh, smoke straight from the farm, I'm on my grow shit No boat, made our own waves You hot or cold, no lukewarm Can't have nobody folding, more coat hangers my way No low hanging fruit here, I palm trees to the face Won't speak hate to my face, y'all on some hoe shit Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch (I smoke my own shit, man) (What's it called?) Smoke straight the farm I'm on my grow shit ('93 Boys, oh, what? You ain't heard?) Uh-huh This shit from farm to table, had to run it up I never harmed an ankle And a distribution chain so major I could start a label We done got them '93 Boys hotter than Coral Gables Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off but I'm hardly able Louis Vuitton liaisons, Pyer Moss out of reach of the DA's arms (let's go) At Paris Fashion Week Far preceding you rappers even having seats (been there, done that) It's an unwopable waffle, the shit a masterpiece Some fine art's Master P Sidebar cash is king, my large bag of dreams My daddy went Yankee, his son slanging gasoline A million in the first three months is like two billion streams (damn) We blowing up like Israel did to Philistines (free Palenstine) Gaza strip, mobbing through Bethlehem and I'm rockin' Ricks They been owin' us for the way they plundered the continent Got the world buying plane tickets off of my Ghana trips I've been walking it, my nigga, now let me talk my shit (talk yo' shit) Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch (uh, woo) 93 from the farm, I smoke my own shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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