I make food for the family, go back to insanity
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday
No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Niggas want the fame i want the glory
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,
And by the way i'mma start
This is not the way i want
Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
I want respect not likes, i want them checks off mikes
They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines
I want this shit forever, man
So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang
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