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I fight for the best
A warrior yes
When it comes to the competition
Man my walk is vicious
Take Victorious steps

by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do

a broken record when I'm out the groove
Food for thought I'm a glutton to consume
I'm golden baby
So why you thinking I'm a fool
I fix everything
And I ain't

heregive my belt 
If I been beat where is my welts 
Who modest ima true artist 
My money go round like new sprockets
Ya  chick in my web I thought knew  you

acting dumb as can be
You joking right or you just messing with me
Use your head and use your thoughts
Look at everything that not thinking's brought
Shoot

you ever do the dishes for
Your wife? I should say not
Mrs carter doesn't really mind
Washing her teflon-coated pans
New, vital and fashionable
Fond

fuck cops
And I was a junkie by the time I was sixteen

Comin up, I won't doin nothing but fuckin up
Put in work, wit some cats, I thought that was tough

Same fire got me driven don't know what I'd do without it 
Food for thought if you hungry, beef you don't really want see
If I start seein' red? (Nothin'

could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that’d go
For 10 dollars a pot

En la calle
On a collision course with incarceration
Consumed by the lies

got no food to eat
Got no other option but to serve them streets
Gotta be alert from the snakes in ya hood
Cause one more strike and your gone for good

a vision
Only thing I ever hated bout food was doing the dishes
I used to wanna be a star and my favorite artist was Micheal
Watched every music video, I

week for some bread!
How'd he know that?
Fuck! Thought I was pussy?
You ain't tryna catch a charge, just look we
Can ta
I don't like me when I
Lose my

almost booked a beach trip
But they didn't have a way
They baked biscuits at daylight
For whoever might stop by
But they didn't get a lotta callers

Y'all Know

Yonas

The Proven Theory

Presentation's everything come check out my display
It's food for thought that I've learned to so easily fillet
I'm scheduling December while yo'

Niggas they chasing they praising the clout
While I'm up on the top

Heavenly father I bow I bow
I'm praying hard for a change for a change
I'm asking for

and the Universe for rhythm no cap
Been really moving like that 
I feel the groove in my gut


Since the beginning I've been nurturing my music 
These people salty

inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile

first I spit it raw
Just some food for thoughts I'm serving extra plates
Don't fuck around or it'll be your expiration date nigga
Yeah yeah smoke an ounce

to the dance of mexican food
Knock on the door of the raccoons poor house
They making fried mouse for my dried up mouth
Yeah yeah yeah
Aye aye aye aye aye
Aisy

passports niki pass torch
Education queues dishing food for thought
Bars, sprinkled-codes ,scan, you get paid
Bars, street-codes, break, you get sprayed
Hizi

the tree got stuck by a splinter
Gotta write that line down later you can spit er
My manager told me that rhyme last winter
While working for a food store

I was only 6
Mama moved me out the islands
I was only 7 and alone
I was silent
When I turned 8
I do wonders with my writing
By the age of 9
You could

a license
And a heart full of reckless entitlement
This one's for you

Uh, I took a step outside
I shoulda' looked both ways
Cause the second I was under

I’m careless but I'm still caring
I look out for you but I say fuck it when I’m in the zone 
I can’t get out of 
Nowhere to be found my thoughts are