[Intro]
Just a touch of love, a little bit
[Verse 1]
Say hello to the Ingle
[Bone?] spitter
Sing along to the tunes out the womb got my Pringle on
Stacking cheddar chips they better listen find they self upon river (Float)
Floating in the the mainstream, thangs seem bitter (Yeah)
Soaking up game from my og, plenty niggas know me
And most of them just wanna feed dinner to their miniatures
But the minotaur manure that they endure daily make the home seem chiller