Food

Aye!
My mans
Hey is you good?
You look like you hurtin man
You wanna come in we got food inside
You’re okay?
Alright, just let me know
You sure you ain’t hungry?
(Bridge)
Peace ain’t for the weak
War ain’t for the poor
Rich ain’t for the righteous
Bet your fuckin life its more to this (uh)
He ain’t for the trap
She ain’t for the beat
You ain’t for the street
This is more than you this is more than (uh)
I don’t know everything but I know enough
And you gon stay sleep until you get wo-
Kill yourself if you ain’t living yet
13 years later I ain’t did it yet
String around the finger rope around the neck
Scarf on top of that cuz bitch I’m stylish
Back stroked off my boat like that bitch docking at my island
Flyest slave off in the mothafuckin bunch
Can’t wait until my descendants eatin that free lunch
Hold up
Niggas gotta do better
No trap for me, no please
No act for me, no strap for me, no please
No pack for me, no please
Don’t act like that to me, no please
No roast for me, no please
No boast for me, no brand new golden ropes for me, no please
No hoes for me, no hip hop shows for me, no please
No baggy clothes for me, no please
No ghost for me, no please
I’m being what I’m supposed to be
I’m what I’m supposed to be I’m no nigga
See while the world is so focused on being everything, at the same time,
don’t nobody really wanna be nothin because they always tryna box people in to
being one thing you know… duality isn’t the issue, sometimes you wanna be a
street nigga, sometimes you wanna be an activist, sometimes you wanna do the
right thing, sometimes you wanna do the wrong thing in the moment but its all
about the evens
Prisoner to my own duality
Truth be told my taiji’s a malady
See Alli B told me my individuality
Would lead me to my fatality, but actually
It’s my neutrality I’m in the middle
Cuz I ain’t no sinner, I ain’t no winner
I ain’t ballin, boiling ramen
Fly to Miami be back in the morning
Drive by the homeless, funding to Komen
Saving my quarters, live for the moment
Cuz I’m knowin
(Bridge)
Peace ain’t for the weak
War ain’t for the poor
Rich ain’t for the righteous
Bet your fuckin life it’s more to this
He ain’t for the trap
She ain’t for the beat
You ain’t for the street
This is more than you
This is more than me I guarantee
I don’t know everything but I know enough
And you gon stay sleep until you get woken up
But everybody stuck hitting snooze
But when you hit the breakfast table just make sure that you don’t waste your
fuckin food