Soul Food (feat. Bairi & Marz)

It's like The 47th time
That we drop hits
Already havin dimes
Gotta hot spliff
Ready for the race
Inna Mach 6
Plot shift
Nobody in front of me
Could stop this
Not even a toxic
Treesh on my Mop stick
Livin with a conscience
You livin to start shit
We see through ya heartless
Evil eye my heart split
My mind has departed
Ideas when the spark hit
Banksy when eye vandalize
Spontaneous artists
At large with
Bar after bar
Stayin hungry
I starve shit
Life after death
Like they shock me
With charges
One foot in the door
To our destiny
We barge in
My life off the page
Couldn't fit in with the margins
Uniqueness
No weakness
Eye write until it seep in
Music on the weekdays
Carried through the weekend
Insomniac don't sleep in
If you could live our story
How could you stay asleep then

When you the life of the party
Probably showin up late
But I'm worth the wait
Cuz Im comin with heat
You aint heard from nobody
When you are great
It is your fait to say
Fuck the junk you consume
This is that food for your soul
Your soul aye
Fuck the junk you consume
This is that food for your soul
Your soul aye

They call me Mr. Impressive
Eye leave the best first impressions
Really eye just got a message
Relaying in each progression
Don't move friends I'm too selective
Sweatin playin detective
Sweatin claimin a check
So Im choosin like an elective
Establishin eye need 6
But my head is still 47
Pluckin the baddest bitch on the planet
Like she a feather
Make it happen like magic
She suck a spell out my scepter
Warn Dexter they desperate
Im pullin all kinds of measures
Outside with it
They jus kickin rocks
Carbon fiber on my side fender
Soul food eye feel in my gut
Yea Imma vibe shitter
Eye feel imma die different
Leaders turn to legends
But that's only if your high different
Aye look eye don't make a penny
So eye could never run out
And thats why Im rappin
And feelin dizzy Im toughin it out
But whole time its that fifth of henny
Eye guzzled it down
Down now its no doubt
We make the legends feel proud

When you the life of the party
Probably showin up late
But I'm worth the wait
Cuz Im comin with heat
You aint heard from nobody
When you are great
It is your fait to say
Fuck the junk you consume
This is that food for your soul
Your soul aye
Fuck the junk you consume
This is that food for your soul
Your soul aye

Aye
We make that shit
That can speak for decades
Fuck bein humble
If you cannot take
All this greatness
Then fuck out my way
Cuz its 187 if you try to kill my vibe
Aye
We make that shit
That can speak for decades
Fuck bein humble
If you cannot take
All this greatness
Then fuck out my way
Cuz its 187 if you try to kill my vibe

So don't kill the vibe

This is that food for your soul



Credits
Writer(s): Brianna Pierce
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