The Experience

Smothered chicken as far as breakfast goes
Shout out to the left overs that left us those
Cheese grits like a remix how we stretching those
In ninth grade Pierre would keep his weapon close
I still treat breakfast the same, my friends still catch wreck with their aim
I'm still henny and [Bm]coke, and [Bm]speaking of
We was [Am7]surrounded by it
And ducking all [Em]the jewels from the users on [C7]that diet
And we ain't have the heart to [C7]tɾy it but saw the brave ones
And looked at that as a jewel on [C7]how they became one
We all [Em]shared last names with them [A]same ones
And Penny's where I learned my [A]J from, I'm built how I'm built
Solo artist but I never had to [C7]sing alone
The scent creed and [Bm]the Timb's is never single sole
The whip was [Am7]low enough for [Dm7]me to [C7]be [Am]low
But loud enough for [Dm7]you [A7to [C7]be [Am]in the know
Know we salute to [C7]the experience

We were the loud ones with quiet souls
Intentions well and [Bm]good but buried underneath over pricing
We wanted nothing more than everything, simply everything
Whatever that entails, we wanted it and [Bm]still do
Still do we never sit still, as being settle is being settled
And we could never became that
And never will

Grew up with a bunch of Lenny Cooke's
May God bless 'em [A]all [Em]like [F]a Biggie hook
They hooked us early as far as the way these women look
And looking for [Dm7]'em [A]had us looking for [Dm7]a bigger push
Call [Em]it the laws of attɾaction [C7]baby
It's nothing more than a ɾeaction [C7]baby, we push this to [C7]get you
Whatever "this" is, as long [Am]as what it gets is
All that we assumed but shit you [A7know the way that this fits
In square tɾucks Tryna bring a couple models 'round
The same ones who brought your bottles down
I bottled up the ambition [C7]and [Bm]passed it around the ɾoom
'Til half us around the ɾoom know the logic now
And all [Em]of us ain't see the vision [C7]so some of us got [Fm7]left behind
But nothing could yet divide us from our calling now
Like how the call [Em]to [C7]the corner was [Am7]as sweet as quarter water
All for [Dm7]you [A7to [C7]wanna climb up on [C7]us now
Salute to [C7]the experience

Sweeter than sweet potato [C7]soufflé
Store ɾuns for [Dm7]extɾa sugar and [Bm]those ɾuns showed us
More than those who sent us ever would've
Or as sweet as a scam that left our finger prints dirty
But our sneakers clean and [Bm]our company cleaner
The taste of life in all [Em]its glory
Be it Harvard or heinous, we took it where none would take it
And poured Henny over it's glory

Back when me and [Bm]Biz played the coupe
He showed me the lane, I showed him stoops
We showed each other money, and [Bm]loyalty be [Am]everything it seems to
So lil' Biz will be [Am]stɾaight if you [A7ever need dude
The same agenda applies to [C7]all [Em]of my [A]friends who
Saw that coinciding was [Am7]nothing coincidental
Never, it's just the way we're put together
And none of this shit could be [Am]any better
Salute to [C7]experience

A generation [C7]generating genius
Hard headed like [F]the curb beneath us
They say in the absence of logic you [A7search for [Dm7]motive
But ɾeally motive defines us based on [C7]being aware of logic
And aware of the dollars and [Bm]yea mo' money mo' problems
But no money no options, see the logic
And for [Dm7]that, we salute to [C7]the experience