Pancakes - J. Stalin

Young Gage, this slap!\nHe-he-hear a Young Gage slapper\nNiggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns\nBut I still make it home to make breakfast for my son\nMake breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son\nStuck up in the streets, not a square, I’m not a nun\nBut I still make it home to make breakfast for my son\nTo make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons\nI been digging dirt all night, nigga\nDon’t cry for me, cause it come with the life, nigga\nKeep a pole, but never keep a wife, nigga\nI be in a suit like a white nigga\nI’ma tell my kids about the Latundra Heights, nigga, The Iceman\nAnd how you couldn’t sell white, nigga\nBut you could do it on the low, long as you greazy lil palms\nThem niggas know\nAin’t shit moving if niggas ain’t selling snow\nAll my niggas train like dogs, they on go\nIf you ain’t got no money, you ain’t ready for war\nShoot that shit up every day, and they won’t post at the store\nStarted up as a lookout, move up to totem pole\nNow you the shit like a commode\nReal niggas never blink, never fold\nCarry on with the gangsta shit so I can get home\nNiggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns\nBut I still make it home to make breakfast for my son\nMake breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son\nStuck up in the streets, not a square, I’m not a nun\nBut I still make it home to make breakfast for my son\nTo make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons\nBeating up the road, it’s raining and I can’t see\nI got hella guns and dope on me\nNiggas say they want 9s, I sell all of mines\nKeep the 45 to keep niggas in line\nSame trip, but we change routes all the time\nNever talk on phones cause niggas dropping dimes\nHe go to court and it’s «don't be late, you got the time»\nCause I gotta cook pancakes for little Jovan\nAnd Crossybo gon need his daddy up\nSo I’ma blast a nigga like a stereo\nWe can do the drop at Emporium Imperial\nSwear to god, the way we dodge the feds, this shit a miracle\nMight need you to get it 'cross the border, can’t be scary, ho\nMight need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho\nMight need you to get it 'cross the border, can’t be scary, ho\nMight need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho\nNiggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns\nBut I still make it home to make breakfast for my son\nMake breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son\nStuck up in the streets, not a square, I’m not a nun\nBut I still make it home to make breakfast for my son\nTo make breakfast for my sons, make breakfast for my sons