FOOD STAMPS

It's alright
I'm top tier
I'm on fye
Where my meals?
Where my dogs?
Where my ride?
Follow me
I got ties
I'm outside
Waiting on me?
On my guys
Ce La Vie, Different cloths
It's The Mob
You like me?
Not yo type
I been too stamp
I got rude rants
Might get loose, dance
How my mood stand
Make the roof jam
Can't get too cramped
I need room
Damn
Don't be rude, damn
Gon head move then
Just be cool, damn
What you mean I been monster? This ain't news ma'am
What you mean you need some money? Get some food stamps

Wait
It's alright
I'm top tier
I'll take care
You'll be fine
Enemy
On the March
All my life
4 wit me
It's 4L, On My Life
Why would I lie?
If you want, You can go on
You can try
Ain't no means
Make no sense
What's the vibe?
Don't get lost
Not yo parts
I got ties

I been too stamped
Bitch wan see my land
Gon hit that boost then
Lo said do my dance
These bitches wan chill
Know they kick it
Talk bout all my faults, Tryna be that boss, It's cost a ticket
Nah I ain't sharing my bands
You on't get no chance
Bitch you can miss me
Fuckin on these fans, It's cost me bands me, No I can't dish it
Shout out my daddy, Want that cash, Don't want no kisses
Told you on't get no chance when I'm on 10 & I get richer

Gon head move then
Talk like you big stepper
Gon head boost then
Momma been so blessed, Long way from food stamps
Talk like this
Big pressure
I been too stamped

All my life
Enemy
On March
I got eyes
Fall on ten
Shoot to kill
It's a ride
Wit my kin
Wit my dogs
With the guys
It's vibe
It's on me
What's the cost?
It's alright
Vision in
Bet it's sharp
Bet she cry
What I'm In?
Why I sin?
Don't know why

You feel me bro?!
Like, this on some monkey shit off rip
You feel me
I'm like, damn
Tssk, you on this shit?
But like, at the same time, i'm like
Fuck the situation is?
You nahmsayn'
What's going on?
Like
Am I Important? or is you on some bullshit?!



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Writer(s): Branden Calloway
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