RAP 4 FOOD

(Talking)
Uh, uh, yeah
Mafia Regime bitch

(Verse 1)
I need Amil like a Rocafella deal
What these niggas talking bout you on the gram w/ the steal
Like you tote that, but Niggas know that, you ain't about that
Do that round the wrong niggas fucking get ya clout snatched

I do this shit for fun Really think these niggas dumb
Niggas got no fucking bullets, but niggas posting with the gun
You gon get you shot, you keep playing lil nigga
And I ain’t saying me, but I'm just saying lil nigga

I hate to say it lil nigga, Mari got this shit locked
Road to riches, we was never hitting pit-stops
Shit its my time, niggas looking at they wristwatch
Do it for myself, I ain't here to save hip hop
I pay respect to the legends then a nigga keep it moving
You other niggas part of the problem Im the solution
Boss like Ross, Russell Simmons, Rick Rubin
Better catch up to Don or you get caught up in the movement, nigga

Or you get caught up in the movement
Better catch up to Don or you get caught up in the movement 2x

(Hook)
I hate to say it lil nigga, Mari got this shit locked
Road to riches, we was never hitting pitstops
Shit its my time niggas looking at they wristwatch
Do it for myself ain’t here to save hip hop

(Verse 2)
It's Don bitch, stop the faking and flaunting
Said all that beef shit is dead so put the hate in a coffin
If labels coming with the deals, please be ready to bargain
And when I die, at my wake, play the greatest of Marvin

All these money hungry hoes they been feeling me lately
Niggas' pockets getting slim, so they callin' me Shady
I could help you get some money, ya niggas is lazy
If I keep saving everybody who gon' save me?

Yeah, that's what I thought there ain't no love for a young nigga
The smartest thing I ever did was play dumb nigga
Them niggas snitches I ain't gettin’ why they run with ya
Put you in the can, gah damn guess it’s done nigga

Byrde with the words, I just flip em and stack (Marty)
Told my niggas getting cheese gotta watch for the rats
You see ya niggas act like pussies, needa get you some plaques
Plus ya niggas movin' sloppy needa cover ya tracks, Im sayin

(Hook)

(Talking)
Ight you know, aye Gotti I appreciate all that
We gon’ rap (wrap) this shit up, do the third one
Get the fuck outta here..

(Verse 3)
These bitches ain't intact all these hoes gon fold
Cause all the money in the world turn a warm heart cold
Add a little bit of fame she gon sell her soul
You Ask me why I don't cuff she just want some gold
Never hearing what you saying niggas pussy on the low
Nigga champagne sipping, different verse a different flow
She addicted I'm acquitted, I be stashing all the dough
Turn my crib into the club, all these hundreds on the Flo’

That shit light work, ya shit might work
The way I see it, never quit until you try first
Im going hard until they put me in a white hurst
Spitting heat, shit get hotter than July first

I rather die first, never let em see me weak
I rather kill em second, never let em think it's sweet
Food for thought, never let my niggas rap for free
Just know ya worth cause niggas fuck you in the industry