Sweets - Chester Watson

So, sweet

My hair is unkempt

Uncomfortable in my skin like I’m a bear in a tent

But the beat bang these sporadic snares, no stencils

Gotta add the flair in it, so the stare is relentless

Intensive to the senses, utter prayers of the chimps

Niggas taking shots at me but don’t care for the shrimps

Kahmi’s all gold grills carry karats of ten

And watching tossie get a stare cause they airing the Simpsons

Bitch niggas steady whisper but the air is elliptic

Hear shit talking from the grapevine, better get lost

Young swag niggas call him up, get tossed into thick coffins

No empty threats with this stiff

Often sit ducked off in a trough, while I rid smog

And stick to the script, or your chick lick while my dick soft as fuck nigga,

I’m bounded by fuck niggas

In this all red fit like I’m inducted some Klux niggas (word!)

Referring niggas to Brian, he curving pucks

And dips be complaining like «why you never feeling me up Chza?»

I got a lady and she really is something

Plus I’m not the shady nigga that you usually fuck with

So, please

Just leave my presence

Let me levitate my intellect while I’m seizing a crescent

Hip-hop heads like (Sweet Jesus he blessed it!)

In a white Devillain tee, so the steeze is perfection

Eclectic what I be’s with the bees in the birds

Definition of success is hella keys of the herb

But I’ve already learned a lesson, mega cheese is a curse

So I don’t pay any attention and I breathe with the earths, breeze

Cease or disperse, that’s the way of the kings

And I need to be first

Better sway with the cleans

Or you lay as deceased, an array of the beast is what I roll with

Sweets roll beefier than troll tits