Public Foodz
Niggas know how I feel about kai, bitch its kill, murder, die
Niggas know how I feel about drift, bout em, I lose my shit
Niggas know how I feel about ball, for the ging, give my all
Niggas know how I feel about y'all
Nigga, fuck the haters, we gon' ball
I'm a Detroit nigga, 4-8-2-2-4
I ain't gotta say how I feel about the hood, niggas know
Walk a mile up the mile, this the drive, not the road
Grab some chicken out of Public foods, we on the go
Shit been movin' slow, but you know how it go
How you have motion, if you don't go through the motions
When a nigga hustlin', you go through the most shit
But you gon' make it out, you just gotta have devotion
I'm from the hood, Public foods, where auntie sent me for the groceries
Four brothers coney island where it started, me and Henry
Range was right there, she can tell you this shit history
Im tied in to every circle on the East, but, y'all don't hear me
Niggas know how I feel about kai, bitch its kill, murder, die
Niggas know how I feel about drift, bout em, I lose my shit
Niggas know how I feel about ball, for the ging, give my all
Niggas know how I feel about y'all
Nigga, fuck the haters, we gon' ball
All plays matter, that's the mantra
Yeah I'm from the trenches with my love is we toxic
If you ready and you willing, then we locked in
Time to go to work, gettin money, hope you clocked in
If you don't see what's really goin' on, we is not playin
Runnin' up these tickets, drop a shooter, then drop benz
Tryna see my brother pullin' up in that fat Fin
Fuckin' on this bitch from the back, she had a fat Fin
Pasalinga shrimp with Palamari in my kitchen
I'ma get this money, give a fuck about who switchin
Try to tell them they ain't listen, but they thought I was trippin
Tried to paint a different picture, I just painted mine clearer
Y.C t me up, I just feel it in my spirit
Buzzer beater foe, I take the shot, you can seal it
What you gotta know is we gon' run us up the millions
Aint gotta say that I'm the realest
When you hear it, you can feel it
Niggas know how I feel about kai, bitch its kill, murder, die
Niggas know how I feel about drift, bout em, I lose my shit
Niggas know how I feel about ball, for the ging, give my all
Niggas know how I feel about y'all
Nigga, fuck the haters, we gon' ball
Niggas know how I feel about drift, bout em, I lose my shit
Niggas know how I feel about ball, for the ging, give my all
Niggas know how I feel about y'all
Nigga, fuck the haters, we gon' ball
I'm a Detroit nigga, 4-8-2-2-4
I ain't gotta say how I feel about the hood, niggas know
Walk a mile up the mile, this the drive, not the road
Grab some chicken out of Public foods, we on the go
Shit been movin' slow, but you know how it go
How you have motion, if you don't go through the motions
When a nigga hustlin', you go through the most shit
But you gon' make it out, you just gotta have devotion
I'm from the hood, Public foods, where auntie sent me for the groceries
Four brothers coney island where it started, me and Henry
Range was right there, she can tell you this shit history
Im tied in to every circle on the East, but, y'all don't hear me
Niggas know how I feel about kai, bitch its kill, murder, die
Niggas know how I feel about drift, bout em, I lose my shit
Niggas know how I feel about ball, for the ging, give my all
Niggas know how I feel about y'all
Nigga, fuck the haters, we gon' ball
All plays matter, that's the mantra
Yeah I'm from the trenches with my love is we toxic
If you ready and you willing, then we locked in
Time to go to work, gettin money, hope you clocked in
If you don't see what's really goin' on, we is not playin
Runnin' up these tickets, drop a shooter, then drop benz
Tryna see my brother pullin' up in that fat Fin
Fuckin' on this bitch from the back, she had a fat Fin
Pasalinga shrimp with Palamari in my kitchen
I'ma get this money, give a fuck about who switchin
Try to tell them they ain't listen, but they thought I was trippin
Tried to paint a different picture, I just painted mine clearer
Y.C t me up, I just feel it in my spirit
Buzzer beater foe, I take the shot, you can seal it
What you gotta know is we gon' run us up the millions
Aint gotta say that I'm the realest
When you hear it, you can feel it
Niggas know how I feel about kai, bitch its kill, murder, die
Niggas know how I feel about drift, bout em, I lose my shit
Niggas know how I feel about ball, for the ging, give my all
Niggas know how I feel about y'all
Nigga, fuck the haters, we gon' ball
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Writer(s): Patrick Harrison
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