Meal Blends (Fame Free) [feat. Lil Fame] Video (MV)

Oh shit, oh shit
Ok, shout out my nigga Laze
Shout out my nigga Fame, ok
Brownsville whutup! Laze whutup!
(Y'all know what it is, Wisemen)
Danze, (Wisemen) Brooklyn whutup!
Detroit, yeah Peace
Bronzeman, Wisemen... I only f*ck with the Greats!
OK, Pick your own poison
Pull the rolls royce in
Full of boysenberry smoke straight out the oyster
Loiterer, the agitator, organ levitator
Pourin' more scorching lines I orchestrate a crater
Cater thought for food neighbor, digest my labor
Sooner than later eatin' gator off your amphitheater
Wolfin', whoopin' groupie bushes like a carpet beater
Harsh to meet him
A star, excrete bars when they greet him
It's burning season
Vermin stirring sermons this evening
Wheels spin
Surgeon urchin earning his meal blends
Hermits with weed bins
Emergent, come the see the kid
Lobsters and sea fish, a mobster in secret
Radically invasive pro-jectiles, you leakin'
Life liquid, needle deep, my scripture might lift em
Jesus Feet victim, bodied him for Fame
Boy I never missed them, your target too low to lift him
Sippin' vixens like I slip open a Guinness
Soakin' in silk smoke out in Venice
Henny shots off the fences
'Til the tide turn Crimson
Wax shatter brain business
May the fans be my witness, my witness
Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit
Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit
Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit
Same shit that's on the grill, gave me leather for the boot