Don't Play With Your Food

Now who is more deserving?
The serpent out here lurking.
Can't be out here popping Perc-ies,
Need a house that's fully furnished.
(House that's fully furnished)
Lions in the circus.
Puppets in the curtains.
Waves no longer current.
(The pain and the pleasure,
I'm fighting the passion,
my soul has been tampered)

This is Writah's Touch,
With a cobra clutch.
I ain't ask for shit they said I'm the one.
Chris Benoit you choking too much.
Straight forward, only rapper debates when we throwing in a (Pun)
Just talked to bro, rap no longer fun, when you just had a son.
And you running out of funds.
I ain't saying get a gun.
I ain't saying too much.
Everything a come up.
I just pray he overcome.
Better hope he get it done.
I never been the favorite,
Scratch it as a dub.
Every move that I make featuring a day one.
She a queen or a hoe?
So I can treat her like one.
Pussy clean as a Nun.
She would rather have a bum.
N**** cheating every month, and she know about it.
Shut the fuck up to get her nails done.
I ain't saying that I'm better,
Just handsome and clever uhhhh!

I don't think I'm deserving,
My skeletons buried,
Hope karma don't hurt me.
I go through the flurries.
The blacker the berry,
The more that it's scary,
Got raised in a hurry.
I'm over your head alley-oop Jason Terry.
I wanted you bad as a bitch why you curve me?
I'm shaking and nervous, I get to preparing.
You industry planting.
Dancing and dabbing,
Taking advancements,
Spend it on necklace,
Drugging the masses,
Masters take masters.
Get rich if you average,
Got me dumbing habits.
You talking 'bout practice?
Mumble in pampers,
The south is the south,
But you up north trapping?
Taking lingo and capping?
I'ma bear to a camper,
I'm (inn) like the Hamptons.
I mean every word like a homophobe pastor uhh.
I waited too long.
My heart a baseball.
My mind drift far.
I been hurt on God.
Put it all on songs.
I thank your patience, was overthinking.
If I flop gotta' change occupation.
I got too lazy better hope I make it.
The scolding faces, like he won't make it.
Make it out the bucket or they kick the bucket.
Last star in public, turned to Ruben Studdard.
The leaches sucking, last year was something.
I learned some lessons, went through regressions.
Patched some wounds, made a move.
No longer listen those stuck in the room.
They ain't going on tune.
Didn't wanna' see me bloom.
Put shackles on moves.
Saying I love you's.
The energy's off, it's a shift in the mood.
One door open, trying break us through.
Say you got my back, put a dagger right through.
We came from the field n****s!
Now glorify being in the field n****!
That's a real n****,
Funny how we older now wanna' get paid in the house n****s.
Cause they out n****.
Be safe my n****,
20 years old,
Granny out live ya'.

Roll call who gon' bump the tape?
The great escape from the sunken place.
The highest stakes is up for takes.
Who going bump the tape? Or the project?
From East to West, to the projects?
Send it to the moon.
Picasso drawing with a number two.
I used to knock at my mother's room.
So young in the world and you was too.
Never groomed, I got support, I confide in you.
This my way of thanking you.
Crabs out the bucket don't play with food.
Clean the plate before they scraping you.
I was so cold, but now I'm hunnit' proof,
And you got the scoop.
Eleven tracks of the latest news.
The foreigner is amongst you.