Soul Food

Snake a nigga in his spine he a clear bitch
Load them hollows in that 30 with a clear clip
Niggas cross sides I aint tryna hear shit
Through them hard times niggas disappear quick
Thought my dogs died and it made my soul bleed
Member they was in the Buick I was OT
With them rich dreams phantom and a Rollie
Niggas bitch made hating from the nosebleeds

Think I want him in a box today
Shawty say Im trippin with my toxic ways
Hope these niggas listen what I got to say
Know this shit a gamble but I gots to play I just gots to play
Mhmm
You my go-to
I aint fucking shawty that was old news
Why these niggas all these niggas thinking local
This that cooked crack baby this that soul food

I was out there early morning with the oval
I was out there tryna get it off the mobile
Niggas cap photo living on the social
Fuck a case we gone beat it like a protool
Why these niggas get to talking like they know you
Watch these niggas get the talking like I owe you
Don't you lack they gone catch you they gone fold you
None of that I aint going I done told you

Think I want him in a box today
Shawty say Im trippin with my toxic ways
Hope these niggas listen what I got to say
Know this shit a gamble but I gots to play
I just gots to play
Mhmm
You my go-to, I aint fucking shawty that was old news
Why these niggas, all these niggas thinking local
This that cooked crack baby this that soul food



Credits
Writer(s): Curan Simmons
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