Krispy

I ain’t seen you for a minute
Wonder what for
Only really chilling when we were on tour
Even then there’s something different I feel unsure if you look at me and still
believe I should of done more
Before your brothers on the top floor
Or before another show is just a dumb chore
We’d lay awake at yours dreaming of an encore and laugh at all the things that
we would say when we won awards
Course money was the source
I’ve never known nothing like the force, to ripp a world apart shred it out its
course
Now two best friends, who shared the torch barely talk
And if we do its mostly money not remorse
And yo I know theirs nothing funny bout divorce
But if this shit has really run its course
I want you to know that all of mines all of yours
Uh, all of yours
«Still remember your mum buying me the flat pack mattress?»
«Sleeping on your floor?»
Ch’yeah
Its supposed to be Ben and Krispy
And anywhere I went I said I’d take you with me
Tour around the world and get a fucking a miss me, in another city Ayo a cried
when that sentence hit me
Ben and Krispy, till the feet stop
Reminisce like CL and Pete rock or Blue and Xr cus every time the beat drop I
start to tell a story and you follow wid' the beat box
Tell em get up on your feet like the seats hot
Common and dilla started spinning from the T tops
But Rebel B was all I need and all I see drop the rythem on repeat and I would
spit it till the beat stopped
But the beat stopped
So now what?
Yo, I can’t wait another hour boss, give a fuck about the money or the e-track
I Just Want My G Back
Trust
I just want my G back
«Ayo listen, I got a lot more to say but I reckon I leave this next bit blank,
so you wanna write something, you can write something»
I love you G
Ah