Soul Food

God damn, god damn, conversations with legends

Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren

Bitches we severin', hit up my jeweler, watch him freeze us

Breaking bread like I'm Jesus

Money ain't everything, but somehow eases

Better believe and think down and leave us, the baby cryin'

Crack, cooking where my sister be frying soul food

Plus my other sister just went back to her old dude

He whoopin' her ass, I kill him, I kill him, I motherfucking kill him

I said I really want to kill him, but I can't

Cause if I do po po gon' claim I'm the villain, but I ain't

See my vision from pictures I paint

Do you feel it like I feel it, I grip the mic and then kill it

Okay, I'm gone, as memories resurface from hella long in my past

Chillin’, sippin' Sinatra from a flask

Little bobby, just a youngin’, skating was my hobby

Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery

Welfare, food stamps, and stealing from the store

Come home and see an eviction notice taped to my door

Can’t take no more, momma on drugs, daddy M.I.A

What can I say? I just wanted to be a kid and play

To this day I pay homage to the Gods, to the greats

Never stolen, I’m from Maryland

Where they shoot you in the dark of the night

Like Christopher Nolan, for talking outta your colon

Catch me rollin’ with the realest

Lyricism the illest, my chain is the chillest, sub zero

Far from a hero, bitch, I’m De Niro in Goodfellas

If your bitch around me best bring an umbrella

Let me tap into my inner southern killer, none other illa

Murder the game and then resurrect it like Thriller

Yeah, my skin is vanilla, but bitch I dare ya to test my killa

We don’t do it for the skrilla, we do it for love

Word to my homies up above, we slinging like drugs

And overdose 'em like the dealer does

Hip Hop

I swear this music in my genes like Denim

Lyricism seep in 'em like venom

Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer

Even though heaven sent him

See my vision as I've elevated and risen

Open your eyes, despise lies told with deadly precision

I finally made my way up out that section 8 division

Not by busting and killing though I've had my share of stealin'

But by putting pen to this pad and dispersing these feelings

While the label only care about making a killin'

Feel my energy, I ain't talking E-N-E-R-G-Y, I mean inner G

That's the shit they never see

But I own supremacy, number 1 I better be

Bitch, I said I bet I be

Take my kindness for weakness, trying to get the better of me

Tell me how is they gon' remember me

As the artist that concocted the perfect recipe

Or will they be addressing me, talking less of me

Just because I was different, just because I was doing what I love

And the fans they say they love you, but they push and they shove

Cause they want what they want how they want when they want it

I just gave them twenty songs, now they want another hundred

I just see it as a challenge, I could do it, bitch, I run it

Worldwide tours, type of shit I always wanted

While the rest of 'em just worry about bitches and getting blunted

Still that same motherfucker from that YS1

Only difference is I'm stronger and better from when I've begun

So when people that never knew me they tell me that I changed

That my music is different and my vision's rearranged?

I just stop, and do my best to refrain

From having conversations with people that ain't in my lane

Will I die? Will I live?

Give the world everything I have to give

This is feelings on the page, know my wisdom, not my age

Understand that I'm a man not defined by his wage

Even though it's in the millions that shit don't define my brilliance

Open your mind and maybe you can see the billions

Of people that separated, but all equal

To know the ending one must understand the prequel

I swear this music in my genes like Denim

Lyricism seep in 'em like venom

Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer

Even though heaven sent him

Spit it like Holy water, prophetically repent 'em then we gone