Lyrics:
that's how we put food in the fridge
So, who am I?
Someone tryna live his best life
I just wanna take a pretty woman for a test drive
If I bring her
of the pompous and proud
And the ears of the treasonous troubled by doubt
Thirty pieces of silver was a high enough offer
For men seeking truth to condemn truth's
but his right hand scuba dived
Don't die by a sword that you used to shine
You can drown for your king, you don't know about Ophelia
Cah we got iron,
I think I’m gonna need a paper
To write a caper
Written in ink I got supper
Food for all that wanna get rich brother
Food for the fridge don’t starve
Pop 1 Pop 2
Cock this pop you
Big plate more food
Got my shawty yours too
She say that I'm mean
But she fuckin wit me cause I got green
She got no
it up
I re twist it
I ain't feeling realistic
My eyes red as hell, think it's an issue
Pop a cap I might die for my district
Brain food, I do the shit
fun
Did this shit by myself I can't put my trust inside no one
I'm not the four the three the two bitch I am the one
We ain't knocking on doors we just
a few things
For food today
Don't forget my fixation
High in this bitch
Like a Martian
Trying to kill me
I'm a spartan
Not three hundred one
Me against
Tryin' not to get killed by the police
And I be schoolin' MC's
Nobody leaves 'til half-past-three
This year I'mma teach them a lesson
Tell Grace don't
know my name
Light has entered the building
A grin on his face like that Gotham villain
This some food for thought feeding mouths per minute
Never leave
JUST AT THAT
SPECIAL MOOD OOH, TENDER-LOVIN'-SOUL FOOD
YA GOTTA KNOW BY NOW, YES YOU ARE, 灵感 MY STAR
I NEED TO CUDDLE YOU, PAMPER YOU,
CARESS YOUN A BIT
JUST AT THAT
SPECIAL MOOD OOH, TENDER-LOVIN'-SOUL FOOD
YA GOTTA KNOW BY NOW, YES YOU ARE, 灵感 MY STAR
I NEED TO CUDDLE YOU, PAMPER YOU,
CARESS YOUN A BIT
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Shady in the D is for "deez nuts"
And you can get each one for free so feast up (uh-huh)
I pee in a cup for three months
she prolly sleep wit'
Damn, but you know that ain't cheatin
We should have a meetin'
Watch that hoe you eatin', food for thought
I'm thinkin'
I said I
the pot
Food for thought
Watchu thought
Bitch it's really fuck the law
Always give it to em raw
Always pacing through my house, but it's really not my fault
sinful, woah
Food in my belly, I been full
King of the web and slice like I'm Kimbo, uh
I don't know nothing bout no one
I body the bigots and live for
That my black friend, he a real black kid
Get your own carton, askin' me for a cig
At the food court, he has 2-3 wings
Then the cops come with
fuckin' ass!
That shit is amazing! Wow! And I'm only on
Thirty-three percent
That charger is fufu i've been gone for
Three hours damn, that shit
Sounds
Or is it just another fucking hood?
I'm having talks with my nigga Little
G from down the street
And the nigga been dead for three weeks
I'm going crazy,
the ground and rushes to the house, surprisingly quickly for his age, giving Edward a sign to wait. On his way back he is carrying a large book, chewed by time
Spreading your crew and your food in a range
You bite on the curb, get stomped by the game
Your blood on the pavement getting mixed with the rain
They don't
feeling cold
Just me and no body else
No money no food yh no help
Was really okay by then
Never called for anyones help
But u walked straight into my
Does it gotta come down to this
In order to see things for what they are and what it is
We still might not be free up in this piece
Or treated
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