Food For Thought

[Verse 1]
I ain’t talking about shotguns, real rap, pop this in
Travelled down them dirt roads, talking Wesley Chapel to the West End
Real rap, had a jealous nigga and a backstabber as a best friend
Prayed to God less stressing, motivated, I’m up early
Even Jesus doubted his best men, man’s heart ain’t trustworthy
Nigga leave your ass stuck for the new wheels and truck swerving
That doo doo not rim side, doo doo like dipped out
Pimp C woulda saw some of this foolishness, he’ll flip out
So I been focused on rap tunes, A-Town on the map soon
I mean bring it back, shit popping, what we know for, that bafoon
People used that music there when the trappin' heavy, get through the A
But nigga listen this type of shit, when it’s hard time to get through the day
And that real

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People don’t use our music to get high, they use our music to get by

[Verse 2]
Real music, I am that, I stand for that, won’t ever fall
Up late nights, and I plan for y’all, just to give you that, that Nutrigrain
That soul food, broke as hell, gonna rob a nigga, might shoot ya man
You listen to this, nigga tell you it’s better seeing your future man
That spins on, say it’s on, put some off for your grandson
Every now and then he’ll find it cause I know they fuck with your fan club
All of that, and some
Nigga sold y’all fake rap then kidnap
And need show money, I’m tryna pay ya'll ransom
Shawty told you you handsome, digging all in your pants some
Suck and fuck get paid for it, late night she dance on
Money gone she flake out, burn rubber, really saying
Bitches out to take all y’all’s and the sad thing is you niggas playing
So keep listening that whack shit, any day I applaud niggas
They getting money what the facts is, big trophies and packs is
Start seeing them checks pimp, keep a tab on them taxes
Cause Uncle Sam been waiting, that’s where half of all of my blacks is
And that real

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