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Eating ass eating ass
And spending all of the money that I don’t have
(I don't have)
It’s a penny for your thoughts but it’s a million for mine

grateful for your baked beans
So I think actually Heinz
Those small pods from Heinz
Yeh
Are a really good mental health food
Which is why I'm trying

These for the worst day 
Working on our wordplay 
7th ward living we was chillin on a Thursday 
Back up in the days when the hoes thought we was

a dick eater, but she a vegetarian
Want to link not fuck , mane, you pushin' the limit
I'll pay for your food, but you know I ain't trickin
Switch

money to feel planted
Ha in my opinion it's funny
How the little time we borrow
We still take for granted
Yeah
So I start by taking chances
And then I

an iPhone
I just blink till my eyes full
Of insight
So I can see the rival from within
Food for thought passes by our eyes
That is why we're thin
Our visions

Cold-blooded, no budget, but we became raw to end the gang war 
Is what we started this thing for
So were we kings or pursuing visions of grandeur
When through

Hide Out or Ride Out

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me 
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'

acting like this isn't food for thought
You see the beat the fucking plate, you know my lyrics they the meal though
I guess I gotta raise my voice
See I

the babe new born into our world: wrath subsided and contemplative
Thoughts first arose then aloft his head rear'd in the
Abyss  and his down-ward

would leave her to starve for food). She was helpless and hopeless, she cried a lot wishing her mother was there with her.
At other times her father would

the taste, jerk off
Make food for the house no face
It feels so bad that I'm so fucking tall
Noodle hard on the cream, no shit
I got too sick, I couldn't eat

matter what I did
It never seemed to work for meeee yeah
Baby I'm not gonna be here for too much longer
21 never hit me so much harder
Oh oh oh

Okay I

Man I gotta get a bottle of liquor and soul food
Issa whole mood
Finally the people all free
Gonna get the party started
Bacardi and a shawty
'Bout

feeling
Building the wealth for my children
Stacking it up through the ceiling
What I've been feeling
I'm way too focused for chilling
I'm 21 and I'm

Hey Kyle do you have any songs for the EP
Well what's it about
Extremism
Well I know just the guy

You hit a 20 while you aimed for a 21
Double

prepared
puttin  lead between yo heads and I'm leavin it dead
cause dis 4th Ward soul ain't got no time for fools ( I guess dat what
he sayin but he ain't

my birth
From a good home
But seen worse of the worse
We just had everything
Holidays never rained
Food in the fridge
From the first to the first

at the disco
Moves like Poko
Man dem On narco, ready to burst your logo
Popo Out busting Condo's, Wacko
But we hid food at the Bando
The drama psycho
In Glock we

diamonds come by the carat
Can't believe la mama thought I was average
Tell the smoke Ima catchem in traffic 
I ain't sleeping till he rest in a casket

the Sweat and effort of
The cook or chef
The food is placed with purpose upon a plate, by another as a Finished product

The last stage of producing art is

okay my time? Wasted
Thought that you was eating, yeah the food? Hate it
Writing paragraphs like the LA times, date it
Bouta switch scenes like I'm faded

I can only speak The Word

V1
Only speak the word 
Matthew 4:4 man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds from the word of God

Got that 21st century flow
Walking light like moon boots, bounce off
Light rays dance
Spacey vibe out
Oh you're feeling her
She's with me now