Soul Food (feat. K!D & AMN Von)
Cozy Fr
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Yeah, look, yeah, yeah, uh Momma was making that soul food Poppa was good with the stove too Granny was playing them church tunes I started fucking with pro tools I know a nigga who moving them pounds Know a couple niggas who got their degrees All of my niggas done came up from nothing So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed Remember them days we had nothing for supper Beanie weenie what was all in the stomach We needed heaters to give us some comfort Why I'm so cool with the man I'm becoming Cause I've been a youngin who coming from humble beginnings A life full of sin and I miss it sometimes Ignorance can be a bliss to the mind Innocence can be lost to the times Any day since you could die over nothing Didn't know that it was steel they was clutching Caught sleeping he thought nigga was bluffing Talk is cheap until they end the discussion Now you a segment on Fox 5 Can't face the face with a Glock 9 Homies done left you cause shots fly And police ain't seeing no vital signs Momma was making that soul food Poppa was good with the stove too Granny was playing them church tunes And I started fucking with pro tools I know a nigga who moving in pounds Know a couple niggas who got their degrees All of my niggas done came up for nothing So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed Momma was making that soul food Poppa was good with the stove too Granny was playing them church tunes And I started fucking with pro tools I know a nigga who moving in pounds Know a couple niggas who got their degrees All of my niggas done came up for nothing So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed We came up from nothing that makes me your nigga Just tryna succeed graduating from triggers First senses on tussles we trained to be killers Then acing on pots and pans like we dealers Was never into making rock pop Was at the candy lady eating pop rocks That was before we knew it was a trap spot You get in too deep and it's a pit stop I was always riding with the flying tail Bumping all them classics getting high as hell Still peeping games so I wouldn't fail Now I'm flying with it call it Flyentele They'll turn my talents to the major leagues Play the game different play for different innings Loaded bases far away from sentence to the home base Now we counting winnings grew up eatin' defeat That was soul food Every time I look back my soul grew Get emotional just mean my soul moved Right inside of the place that it's supposed to Cause momma was making that soul food Pops put me on to the old school Nana was giving me game too Don't forget the things it made you Momma was making that soul food Poppa was good on the stove too Granny was playing them church tunes I started fucking with pro tools I know a nigga who moving them pounds Know a couple niggas who got their degrees All of my niggas done came up from nothing So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed Momma was making that soul food Poppa was good on the stove too Granny was playing them church tunes I started fucking with pro tools I know a nigga who moving them pounds Know a couple niggas who got their degrees All of my niggas done came up from nothing So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed I had to make me a couple advances The food momma gave didn't come with a blessing If anything momma she dropped me some lessons That knowledge she gave stuck my brain with a message So I give a thanks for giving me stuff that I can't Comprehend without breaking a bank If it's evil your soul in a tank So this food still came with a cost And for that let my feelings dissolve in the thoughts Showing me how my problems are solving the peace If a cypher could truly revolve I'm the sinner So that means the world will revolve around me Positivity clear, negative niggas I'm feeling them near A minor percentage of those giving hate But the biggest percentage is ones who show praise Momma was cooking that soul food Pops he was good with the stove too Granny was playing them church tunes And I started fucking up pro tools I know some niggas that's moving them pounds I'm 23 with a couple degrees All of my niggas they came up with nothing So I know my niggas they bound to succeed Momma was making that soul food Poppa was good on the stove too Granny was playing them church tunes I started fucking with pro tools I know a nigga who's moving them pounds Know a couple niggas who got their degrees All of my niggas they came up with nothing So I'm hoping all of my niggas succeed Thanks for watching
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