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Maestro fresh wes



Chorus x2 [maestro fresh wes]

It's fresh wes y'all

I'm drinkin' milk now

I'm drinkin' milk y'all

I'm drinkin' milk now



[maestro fresh wes]

First I learn to crawlthen I learn to walk

Then I learn to talkthen I learn to rhyme

Suckers try to hock my lines

But i'mma serve ya

On the microphone I murder

Killing chump rappers

Since the days of eating gerber's baby food

The crazy dude with the pablumthe bad one

I grab the mic just like a magnum

Fly girls was jigglingclinging to my ding-a-ling

Wesyou was hitting skins as a baby

Yeah true but I was fingering

Yeahcheck out shorty in the diapers

They're some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers

Grown-ups knew that I be wealthy

They used to say

"that baby boy gots talentbut his mouth is so filthy"

I worte creazy rhymes to the beat

Had thefreedom of speach

But I still couldn't reachthe tall glass of milk

On the tablemy lyrics were stable

But still I wasn't able to get it

I didn't sweat itI paid it no mind

I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dime

Now I'm hoping for the day to come

So I can hear my dukes say"wesley you son of a gun"



Chorus x2



[maestro fresh wes]

No time for chilling black

I wrote a killa rapmade an illa track

Knocking back the similack

Graduated from the formulaI had a scheme

Milk was calling mejust like the pipe to a fiend

But still I had to play coolcouldn't play a fool

So many mcsare dropping out of pre-school

To get a record dealforget it gotta hustle

Yo yo yohow did money fall off? 

Got lost in the shuffle

Ho thought he was a prankster

Every chick he'd meet he romanced her

Acting like a private dancer

But the music industry hobbesis serious as cancer

No place for a rapperthat still wearing papmpers

Even if you're signedyou'll still got to struggle

And making fat beats is just a piece of the puzzle

So props to the brother that made the soul clap

Becuase my labels gave me flack money had my back

Forget the pacifier and your beachnut

Came out with three cuts

Now everybody's on these nuts

I got another rhymewon't you check it

So fine tune the micengineer and i'mma wreck it



Chorus x3



[maestro fresh wes]

You know you got to go for selfsupport yourself

Like krs saidyou got to promote yourself

That's a fact not a fable(word)

Get out the cradle

Or you'll be grippling with your record label

No time to play clownif you want to stay around

Learn the businessand this ain't a playground

No time for dr. suessor mother goose

You can rhyme and producebut now you got to get loose

Just a piece of advicenow go your own path

And that allowance that you're getting money ain't gonna last

(what's this? ) another fat beat that I build

You know it took a long time

But the borther's drinking milk



Chorus x4



Outro [maestro fresh wes]

Yeahgoing out to diggin' in the cratesmain source

We out