Milk and Honey OG Kid Frost (Ft. Baby Bash, Jay Tee (Rapper) & Philly Blunt)

[Frost]
Yeah
Ha ha
Frost (Frost)
Jay Tee (Jay Tee)
Baby Beesh (Baby Beesh)
Philly Blunt (Philly Blunt)
Yeah {*inhale*}
It's for all them players {*exhale*}
Hustlers
Ballers
And thugsters

[Verse 1: Frost]
As a youngster, I never knew nada
Smoking on cheeba, and workin' on my pop's old school Impala
Not a scholar, even though I should of hit the books
Heart of a savage stone crook with a gangsta look
On my face
All about the paper chase
I was laced as a teen with a triple beam
Trump tight
I gambled all day and night
Pitbull, cock fights
And shootin' dice
I had to hustle til I pulled a muscle out my body
Looked up to Tony Montana and John Gotti
As times changed, Bigg Frost had to move with 'em
Big bread, bad bitches, I had to groove with 'em
Six suits, well dressed
And now I press
CDs for them locos and them little G's
And if you locked in the struggle when you feelin' this
Get your grind on, dawg, all I'm sayin' is