Soul Food

[Part 1]

Goddamn, goddamn, 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 than 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 (Logic)

[Thalia]
Hip-hop