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me
I can get ya whole family wiped
Out for less then a G
The OG stands for Organized General
I'm still educated and graduated
To a criminal
I'll make

Late at night I turn the car stereo off, it's just me and the road
Me and my thoughts with no where to go
I’m too numb to drive but I have to clear

Gotta be them happy thoughts now
My puppy dog’s sat by my side. Straighten that furrow brow out
Or you’ll drown and out brown boy
Keep your head down

his struggle
West africans cant see light in the tunnel
With wars, no food, and abuse they all juggle

So did our man hank, daily facing the hunger
For

Optimizing our freedom in time

Can't you see what it's done to me
Our night was spent at an outdoor concert by the beach
In the middle of the night when we

Just kick it with my demons for the rest of the night
And fight dykes just to spite them
Bitches I don't like them
We fucking then you leaving door

to follow my lead
And do not allow your soul to be swallowed by greed
Just abide by the rules in these times life will be fine for you
I'll provide the food

things in life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with

More like indigo, my child you seem wild
An animal hunting for food by the Nile
But abundance on dial all the while
Be unafraid of scarcity, baby your

And Iâ¬"m white
We always get along - hope for civil rights
Go to McDonalds â¬" You think itâ¬"s 5 star food
It was true love, when I ran into you⬦

2:02

know it
Baby girl my pride just wouldnt let me show it
Girl I help you by takin you taken on a vacation
And maybe we can take it there if you wanna

grit's
I get it poppin' like pork bacon
If you need food for thought
The spoon and the fork waitin'
Of course I praise the Lord
I don't support Satan
I

I take it day by day
This shit gets easy and easier
Really listen to the words
Take on life here I'm feeding ya
Yoto back home
Josh fro's he back in

it real with you
Imma be ya food for thought not ya meal ticket
Injustice, war in Ukraine lets talk real issues
Dont cash her out
Don't give them

I'm selective bout who I step with
Shout my collective we've got an
Objective to take over
They've gotta respect it

Surrounded by goats
So that

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

it
On the Low
My nigga you know
Wisdom of the street's
Woke up feeling hungry; hungry
Like a beast hoping I could eat
Food for my thought
I started

now I’m getting fucked up thinking how our love faded
I really thought you loved me but it’s clear that you just faked it
Bitch
Why the fuck you gotta

Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh yeah
Uh-huh
If I find what I'm looking for, it's over for me
Yeah I see it from a distance, bring it closer to me
She know all

the one that lost they soul
Start to move, I hear her groan
Reaching for my hand she saying bae I want some mo'
Grab her by the arm but then her skin start

from work
She saw 'em coppin' pork, shoppin'
Poppin' corks
One night he walked in the door with a snort
"Give me food, Jen, then let me watch sports
I

Told that nigga cut off dread and ima front him
If he moving like the feds, we gone choke him by his dreads, have him running, running
The money coming,

buried in a screen and they ain’t
Even got all their teeth yet
Food for thought slidin’ down the gullet
They can’t chew it right
Sure to choke ‘em if they

disappointed 
Rejected by those I thought loves me
It seem no body want to see me 
But now I can hear a voice whispering
 
Don't worry
Everything will be