Toast To Me Lyrics

Heatmakerz, crack music
Oh, so that I may wor—
Worship you (Oh, so beautiful)
I need you, too

They said get there by midnight, I'm way beyond twelve (f*ck that)
I ain't comin', I'm jettin', Le'veon Bell
My baby mom, they ask why I leave the chick
She too good for me, I'm a piece of shit (Word)
I'm from these cold streets, phased, braised and gold teeth
Me and Monsta circlin' blocks lookin' for old beef (Have you seen her?)
Surrounded by graveyards and murals (Cemetaries)
I lost my nigga, plural
Bloodshed and Hud 6, my brain done went sterile (Crazy)
Plus investigation from the bureau (FBI)
But the truth told, my lawyer, man, he too cold
But they still snoopin' around lookin' for loopholes (Yeah)
What you tell 'em? I know the statute of limitations (Well, I do)
A trip to Mexico, tryna fight the temptation (Sheesh)
They want me back, in Juarez they waitin'
I look at the phone, debatin', please leave me alone, Satan

(Cartel want me out of retirement) All the hustlers rejoice (Rejoice)
Misunderstood females, I wanna hear your voice
(Hey, Flee) Hey, baby, have a toast on me
Now point at yourself and say, "A toast to me" (Hallelujah, baby!)
Your friend next to you, tell 'em this how it supposed to be (Supposed to be)
Light up that Paper Mate, AKA that potpourri
(Hey, Flee) Hey, baby (Shit), have a toast on me
Nah, it's a toast to me

I mean, it all seems necessary (What?)
For this money, by all means necessary (Yes sir)
If you messed up, it's very rare you get a pass
We the reasons bodegas doubled up on the plexiglass (That's what we did)
Why at midnight they lock the door, you gotta go To the window, put your money in there when you spendin' cash (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
We the cause of that (Cause of that), and because of that (What?)
If you ever push play, I be causin' that
I ain't do football, in the streets I was quarterback (Hut)
Freekey Zekey Deion Sanders, see, he was my cornerback (Cornerback)
But I'm off of that (Off of that), I'm from a dust block
Where some of Wu-Tang used to come and place they orders at
Fistfights, shootouts, problems? Way short of that
If you had a problem, you'd be like, "I need my daughter back" (Please)
Doctors, insurance, nah, they can't afford all that
One day you'll be coughin', next week you in a coffin, Jack
A few blocks away from where the great Rich Porter sat (Location)
I wish I could say I was lyin', these all the facts (All the facts)
Facts on facts, I would unwrap my snacks
I ain't even have a prize in my Cracker Jack (Nope)
Now the cars are like Golden State 'cause we back-to-back (Back-to-back)
I'm from where the slogans began, "Crack is wack" (What else?)
"Just say no," "This is your brain on drugs"
"Drug-free school zone," name same, just slugs

All the hustlers rejoice
Misunderstood females, I wanna hear your voice
(Hey, Flee) Hey, baby, have a toast on me
Now point at yourself and say, "A toast to me" (Hallelujah, baby!)
Your friend next to you, tell 'em this how it supposed to be (Supposed to be)
Light up that Paper Mate, AKA that potpourri
(Hey, Flee) Hey, baby (Shit), have a toast on me
Nah, it's a toast to me

c56ef3730d2a08d42edd2b4a2d5290c7