At the Table
Where's my seat at the table
My collard greens
My mashed potatoes
Go fill my drink
Your ass is able
Bitch where's my seat at the
Motherfucking table
I'm planning a Coup d'etat
An assassination
Coming for all who hail from
Poser nation
Too many talentless dumb little
fucks
Cozy their never should have been asses
In my rightful spot
This shit is too much to bear
It's time to let down my hair
Put all my war paint on
And belt that battle yell
Yeah
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
I'm tired of these lames
Bee-lining it to fame
When a single one can't hold a candle to my ways
Where my seat, at the table
My Collards greens my mash potatoes
Them Goody Cee Lo and Gipp type a dishes
That feed the soul my team vicious
This be the season that we need to drop
We never had a reason or need to stop
Got the right of way
Read the book of pac we took The rider way
Squad official, we bunch of referees
Came in the game uninvited like some refugees
Used be #10 now we permanent one
Ain't a soul in the game that's concerning me none
Cause earnings get done and I don't got chase it
I got A spot at the table where my place sit
They can't replace it
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
I'm tired of these lames
Bee-lining it to fame
When a single one can't hold a candle to my ways
Where Im seated, at the table
Like a bitch better have my collard greens and sweet potatoes
Young Mississippi pimp cool breeze catch the drift
Los, without Cain I was Able, to have more stallions than a motherfucking stable...
And the cars that we pile in got more horses than a stable...
They trying to get stable, shit can you blame them
Tired up in corners from trying your angles look they too hot for TV
You still trying to flame up, when you ball in HD there's no need for cable huh...
You candy rappers I'm too now for later...
You taking a pay cut they breaking my steak up...
Permanent set at the table ain't showing love that's what make em haters, haters
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
I'm tired of these lames
Bee-lining it to fame
When a single one can't hold a candle to my ways
My collard greens
My mashed potatoes
Go fill my drink
Your ass is able
Bitch where's my seat at the
Motherfucking table
I'm planning a Coup d'etat
An assassination
Coming for all who hail from
Poser nation
Too many talentless dumb little
fucks
Cozy their never should have been asses
In my rightful spot
This shit is too much to bear
It's time to let down my hair
Put all my war paint on
And belt that battle yell
Yeah
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
I'm tired of these lames
Bee-lining it to fame
When a single one can't hold a candle to my ways
Where my seat, at the table
My Collards greens my mash potatoes
Them Goody Cee Lo and Gipp type a dishes
That feed the soul my team vicious
This be the season that we need to drop
We never had a reason or need to stop
Got the right of way
Read the book of pac we took The rider way
Squad official, we bunch of referees
Came in the game uninvited like some refugees
Used be #10 now we permanent one
Ain't a soul in the game that's concerning me none
Cause earnings get done and I don't got chase it
I got A spot at the table where my place sit
They can't replace it
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
I'm tired of these lames
Bee-lining it to fame
When a single one can't hold a candle to my ways
Where Im seated, at the table
Like a bitch better have my collard greens and sweet potatoes
Young Mississippi pimp cool breeze catch the drift
Los, without Cain I was Able, to have more stallions than a motherfucking stable...
And the cars that we pile in got more horses than a stable...
They trying to get stable, shit can you blame them
Tired up in corners from trying your angles look they too hot for TV
You still trying to flame up, when you ball in HD there's no need for cable huh...
You candy rappers I'm too now for later...
You taking a pay cut they breaking my steak up...
Permanent set at the table ain't showing love that's what make em haters, haters
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
These days these media waves don't produce shit but
Fucking posers
I'm tired of these lames
Bee-lining it to fame
When a single one can't hold a candle to my ways
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Writer(s): Rafael Randall
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