Kojaque Sunday Roast Lyrics
Sunday Roast by Kojaque
[Intro]
Glad to see you all awoke to the beats they been sleeping on me since my Tamagotchi's first feed
I keep it close to my seed sowing oats
About to birth the whole field of MCs
All the bandwagons wheels I hear 'em squeaking in my sleep
You're making moves?
Well fuck it kid I'm taking over schools
I'm here to teach you what my teacher never fucking told me
This game comes with a whole fucking team of fake G's
Bucket hats, bucket hats, jail tats and bad weed snapping pics for the gram
Half a gram you OD
Who the fuck spewed guts on my Soft Boy T?
Green room or green douche trying to beg for a beat is what my mother told me
Get fucked
Quit your begging got to put some fucking work in for the cheese
It takes time to churn milk
You're Babybel, I'm all brie I'm Bourgeois over beats
This wines corked grab a can of Dutch Gold for me please touch me
I don't see anybody coming with the heat
Seen a lot of twitter handle heads that crumble over beats
Got all the right clothes but lord knows you can't speak a slick word without them bullshit shades
Get off the stage this isn't play time
I hear you making lots of noise but can you say rhymes?
This isn't playschool kid get out the sandpit unless you brought that bucket and your spade to dig your grave right
Getting paid to whip kids
Call me for the Jackie better fucking make you pray right
Lord hear us
Lord graciously hear us
Lord hear us
Lord graciously fear us
Lord fear us
My mother's moaning about the bills for the immersion
I could do with being colder I'm a teddy-bear in person
5'7" cut your head off at the knees with these verses
Accidentally killed the game on purpose
Left the show with the steel rims spinning on the hearses
You can keep your Hersheys
I keep my shit more savoury
This is Sunday roast from gravy boats straight to trains quit taping me
Pass the peas and the beat is in the wake of me [?]
There's been something special missing, man I'm here to fill that mother fucking vacancy
Glad to see you all awoke to the beats they been sleeping on me since my Tamagotchi's first feed
I keep it close to my seed sowing oats
About to birth the whole field of MCs
All the bandwagons wheels I hear 'em squeaking in my sleep
You're making moves?
Well fuck it kid I'm taking over schools
I'm here to teach you what my teacher never fucking told me
This game comes with a whole fucking team of fake G's
Bucket hats, bucket hats, jail tats and bad weed snapping pics for the gram
Half a gram you OD
Who the fuck spewed guts on my Soft Boy T?
Green room or green douche trying to beg for a beat is what my mother told me
Get fucked
Quit your begging got to put some fucking work in for the cheese
It takes time to churn milk
You're Babybel, I'm all brie I'm Bourgeois over beats
This wines corked grab a can of Dutch Gold for me please touch me
I don't see anybody coming with the heat
Seen a lot of twitter handle heads that crumble over beats
Got all the right clothes but lord knows you can't speak a slick word without them bullshit shades
Get off the stage this isn't play time
I hear you making lots of noise but can you say rhymes?
This isn't playschool kid get out the sandpit unless you brought that bucket and your spade to dig your grave right
Getting paid to whip kids
Call me for the Jackie better fucking make you pray right
Lord hear us
Lord graciously hear us
Lord hear us
Lord graciously fear us
Lord fear us
My mother's moaning about the bills for the immersion
I could do with being colder I'm a teddy-bear in person
5'7" cut your head off at the knees with these verses
Accidentally killed the game on purpose
Left the show with the steel rims spinning on the hearses
You can keep your Hersheys
I keep my shit more savoury
This is Sunday roast from gravy boats straight to trains quit taping me
Pass the peas and the beat is in the wake of me [?]
There's been something special missing, man I'm here to fill that mother fucking vacancy