Now all im tryna do is get food
Banging out niggas with attitude
Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood
Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route
Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute
Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.
Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel
End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,
And isaiah say one day your time will come
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food
Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food
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