Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck
Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,
Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food
Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute
Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude
No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
But radio ain't trying to follow suit
I'm feeling like i never want to be apart
And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,
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