Food For Thought
Since I ain't drug dealer can't relate to the madness in court systems
I fought wisdom the Ignorance is blissful your man'll take your girl if she wink
Faster than you think
I'm in and out like it masks on
Got the feeling that I'm on the brink
Fucking up expectations
We fear the vibe like paper work in brief cases
We shake hands but it's strange faces
They bet a dollar then we trading places
Throwing shots but the aim is baseless
Stereotypical like old racists
My demographic never had shit
Just the thought to flash cash and crash whips
I'm operating with a paper clip
Like my pops told me
Fuck the bank keep yo paper
Shit
Is you crazy
Let it breathe
Fuck the world to make them notice me
Well Damn baby you sex pistol I gotta a grip but I need a fistful
Ain't no room for a lent full of dollars
Money on the line and tryna pick the line up
Room full of hate and I'm still blessed up
It's a cruel world I'm into my next move be my best move I'm suspenseful
Moving in this matrix grinding the 80s numbers looking everywhere
God flow
I can take these words anywhere
Feel a nigga soul thru the snare
The devil Stay Window shopping plenty options
I'm just tryna be lucrative thru concoctions
Moving mountains with my thought process
And one more thing
Food for thought
Y'all digest
That's it.
I fought wisdom the Ignorance is blissful your man'll take your girl if she wink
Faster than you think
I'm in and out like it masks on
Got the feeling that I'm on the brink
Fucking up expectations
We fear the vibe like paper work in brief cases
We shake hands but it's strange faces
They bet a dollar then we trading places
Throwing shots but the aim is baseless
Stereotypical like old racists
My demographic never had shit
Just the thought to flash cash and crash whips
I'm operating with a paper clip
Like my pops told me
Fuck the bank keep yo paper
Shit
Is you crazy
Let it breathe
Fuck the world to make them notice me
Well Damn baby you sex pistol I gotta a grip but I need a fistful
Ain't no room for a lent full of dollars
Money on the line and tryna pick the line up
Room full of hate and I'm still blessed up
It's a cruel world I'm into my next move be my best move I'm suspenseful
Moving in this matrix grinding the 80s numbers looking everywhere
God flow
I can take these words anywhere
Feel a nigga soul thru the snare
The devil Stay Window shopping plenty options
I'm just tryna be lucrative thru concoctions
Moving mountains with my thought process
And one more thing
Food for thought
Y'all digest
That's it.
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Writer(s): Khari Isaacs, William Munnerlyn, Famous Brown
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