Soul Food (feat. K!D & AMN Von)

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Yeah, look, yeah, yeah, uh
Momma was making that soul food
Poppa was good with the stove too
Granny was playing them church tunes

I started fucking with pro tools
I know a nigga who moving them pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas done came up from nothing

So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed
Remember them days we had nothing for supper
Beanie weenie what was all in the stomach
We needed heaters to give us some comfort

Why I'm so cool with the man I'm becoming
Cause I've been a youngin who coming from humble beginnings
A life full of sin and I miss it sometimes
Ignorance can be a bliss to the mind

Innocence can be lost to the times
Any day since you could die over nothing
Didn't know that it was steel they was clutching
Caught sleeping he thought nigga was bluffing

Talk is cheap until they end the discussion
Now you a segment on Fox 5
Can't face the face with a Glock 9
Homies done left you cause shots fly

And police ain't seeing no vital signs
Momma was making that soul food
Poppa was good with the stove too
Granny was playing them church tunes

And I started fucking with pro tools
I know a nigga who moving in pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas done came up for nothing

So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed
Momma was making that soul food
Poppa was good with the stove too
Granny was playing them church tunes

And I started fucking with pro tools
I know a nigga who moving in pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas done came up for nothing

So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed
We came up from nothing that makes me your nigga
Just tryna succeed graduating from triggers
First senses on tussles we trained to be killers

Then acing on pots and pans like we dealers
Was never into making rock pop
Was at the candy lady eating pop rocks
That was before we knew it was a trap spot

You get in too deep and it's a pit stop
I was always riding with the flying tail
Bumping all them classics getting high as hell
Still peeping games so I wouldn't fail

Now I'm flying with it call it Flyentele
They'll turn my talents to the major leagues
Play the game different play for different innings
Loaded bases far away from sentence to the home base

Now we counting winnings grew up eatin' defeat
That was soul food
Every time I look back my soul grew
Get emotional just mean my soul moved

Right inside of the place that it's supposed to
Cause momma was making that soul food
Pops put me on to the old school
Nana was giving me game too

Don't forget the things it made you
Momma was making that soul food
Poppa was good on the stove too
Granny was playing them church tunes

I started fucking with pro tools
I know a nigga who moving them pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas done came up from nothing

So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed
Momma was making that soul food
Poppa was good on the stove too
Granny was playing them church tunes

I started fucking with pro tools
I know a nigga who moving them pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas done came up from nothing

So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed
I had to make me a couple advances
The food momma gave didn't come with a blessing
If anything momma she dropped me some lessons

That knowledge she gave stuck my brain with a message
So I give a thanks for giving me stuff that I can't
Comprehend without breaking a bank
If it's evil your soul in a tank

So this food still came with a cost
And for that let my feelings dissolve in the thoughts
Showing me how my problems are solving the peace
If a cypher could truly revolve I'm the sinner

So that means the world will revolve around me
Positivity clear, negative niggas I'm feeling them near
A minor percentage of those giving hate
But the biggest percentage is ones who show praise

Momma was cooking that soul food
Pops he was good with the stove too
Granny was playing them church tunes
And I started fucking up pro tools

I know some niggas that's moving them pounds
I'm 23 with a couple degrees
All of my niggas they came up with nothing
So I know my niggas they bound to succeed

Momma was making that soul food
Poppa was good on the stove too
Granny was playing them church tunes
I started fucking with pro tools

I know a nigga who's moving them pounds
Know a couple niggas who got their degrees
All of my niggas they came up with nothing
So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed

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