9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
Closest you'll get is being chicken
I beach chair, with my malibu vision
Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short
I just realised theres more chicken than pork.
Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,
"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
Contagious like chicken pox
Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
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