Food

[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
I’m a take what’s owed to me
Take back up what’s broke to me
Take note when talking to me
A maybe’s a no to me and plus
Most the shit you saying’s hot
Is not dope to me
They quiet in public
Half of these niggas done wrote to me
They plotting
Lining up women offering throat to me
It’s rotten
Comparing me to dudes
Not even close to me
A prophet huh
Throughout the years noticed
Some growth to me
Fucked around and changed
Their views of life after
They spoke to me
If you prop up a false image
You just a joke to me
Mentally sick
Maybe psychologically broke me
Ups and downs of life
I got skies
That’s a slope to me
Slalom that motherfucker
Shit is light at most to me
Lay it on a track if you want it
Bring the smoke to me
Dry snitches on wax
You cats talking the oath to me
Dopamine Po and D
What it evokes to me
If I smell a hint of jealousy
No longer folks to me
Nah

[Napoleon Da Legend Chorus]
Food
Prime rib on a plate
Not knowing how to keep your
Mouth shut’s your biggest mistake
Food
Now your head on a pike
Crows eating out your organs
In the dead of the night

Food
Prime rib on a plate
Not knowing how to keep your
Mouth shut’s your biggest mistake
Food
Now your head on a pike
Crows eating out your organs
In the dead of the night

[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Basura Amugada
Them dudes is trash to me
Meth done told us that cash rules
My moves is cash to me
Carry my accolades like arms
Them joints is attached to me
My mind is on the future
Don’t discuss my past to me
It’s a numbers game
You want this work
Discuss the math to me
I did it the way I did it
Cause that was the path to me
Once I started really shining
Many turn their backs to me
Thought that they would be happy
But they threw the axe to me
Huhhh isn’t that a bitch?
That shit so sad to me
Thought we was team
But these suckers never passed to me
So I ran the ball myself
And I scored another T
They tried to put somebody else on
But there’s no other me
Like Ason I’m unique
My word is bond on these beats
And if I die tonight
My soul lives on in these streets
God doesn’t like ugly
Dropping plenty jewelry
Got away with murder not
Guilty with any jury
You was

[Napoleon Da Legend Chorus]
Food
Prime rib on a plate
Not knowing how to keep your
Mouth shut’s your biggest mistake
Food
Now your head on a pike
Crows eating out your organs
In the dead of the night

Food
Prime rib on a plate
Not knowing how to keep your
Mouth shut’s your biggest mistake
Food
Now your head on a pike
Crows eating out your organs
In the dead of the night