Aphro Sensei - GLASSHOUSE (feat. Miles Karter & Brew Lewis) Lyrics

I'm highly favored
Smokin several different flavors
Gettin faded, in an elevator
While I count my paper
Out in Vegas, it's celebration
All my women waiting
They impatient, but they love me
When they see me, it feel like I'm graduating
How you hating, when the work you putting out is underrated
Say my grace, like when it's time the eat
And then I clear my plate, F*ck running late
I'm wit the faktory, got hella pies to bake
Cake on your face, from all the stupid sacrifes that you make
Aint no mistakes
All them lessons keep the blessings in my section
I need a wife, the type that keep me calm when I be stressing
My word is bond, I vow to hold it down, and that's forever
By staying true, just know I got your back if we together
Live the realest quote, never sell your soul
Only share light wit people that'll help you harness gold
Build them bridges strong
Aint no tag alongs or vision loss
Put my niggas on, optics that'll keep the mission spawned

It go Elon 4 wheelers for more scrilla
Fish in a small pond killer, the sharks wit us
This for the flip, on God
Thinking they slick
We never slip on squad
What you think they got the grip on for?
East reppin
Niggas shook in the seats sweating
Told ya bitch, cut it out, like a C-section
Reppin self, still rising outta C-section
Niggas whole life runners
So I don't stress it
It's go time
Cop, and flip the rock when we roll time
Billy 'Bama shooters, and roll tides
Moving like we suited wit bow ties
Thinking all this rap is a movie
Til them niggas put a clip in your co-sign
So imma let 'em rap
Bout the money, power, respect
Checking TV Johnny numbers
From my Lebanese connect
I bless you wit some pack
Or finesse you wit some stress
It's $tay $aved
Certain messages can't never leave the set

Grand marnier , swithing lanes, countin hunnits
2 many phone calls, trap phone bussin
Kick stand buggin
Said damn pa im sick of f*ckin
Text the next friend, her best friend she been suckin

Deep fried ;red eyes nigga we smoke different
G ride, since knee high watch for the honda civic

Double cupped ;double drunk drop her a double nut
Triple dat, triple stack had to rock triple black

Seen big bro do this shit so whats the point to flex years later shit still f*cked, look like ya boy next

Just a hop, skip, n a jump, baby get over it, ya last man trash he wack ill sink his battle ship

Bean town Boogie, hit Jack tell em its hands week
Stomp a mud hole in they ass us all my hands feet

Sip turkey meals thru a straw for bout a damn week
Stepping on the neck of you niggas wont hear a damn peep