Soulfood

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Aye, niggas forgot how to get some money
And shut the fuck up, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
I let the blood dry a little bit
Then keep it pushin', been the coda since a little jit
No patience in us, gotta get it for the pigment
I've been surrounded by the breadwinners getting chips
I pray I never see the bottom of the bank
Take my soul and line it up, we at the bottom of the ranks
I got some problems, let me faint
Niggas want 100 of me, tryna give it, but I can't
Give twenty niggas five percent and hope they chillin'
And they straight, I shoot some texts and go to sleep
It's 8 P. M., but I don't give a fuck, I'm resting deep
I'm fifteen, already feeling like I play for keeps
If you don't get the needle moving, why the fuck I need to speak?

See, it ain't even disrespect, just how I'm movin' now
Only in my psyche giving doubt, then get to movin' out
Nigga get to movin' out, nigga get movin' out
(Alright)
Look, I got a hundred missed calls
Feeling like shit when I'm in these walls
Fumble the currency, we gotta brawl
Fumble the currency, we gotta brawl
Stumbling thru my days, 4L
If the love fake, then I can't really tell
Leaving my life, then I'm wishing you well
You leaving my life, then I'm wishing you well

I can't hold grudges no more
'Cause that shit'll eat up a nigga to crumbs
Y'all niggas not thuggin' no more
But tell me what happened to leaving the slums
Y'all niggas is not God
Not tryna hear judgin' no more
Not tryna hear judgin' no more
(Yeah)
Y'all niggas is not God