Sweet Potatoes (feat. Wordsworth)

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The Unusuals is an American crime television series created by Noah Hawley for ABC. It follows the detectives in the New York City Police Department's fictional 2nd Precinct, many of whom have their secret eccentricities. The series ran for one season from April 8, 2009, to June 17, 2009. more »

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What's the recipe
Ingredients to legacy
Tragedy or tribute
Triumph and treachery
Baby not even born yet
Treated like a celebrity
And for the baby shower
I got gucci for the registry
Overindulging over-impulsive
Over my clothing
Chains on my
Shoulders is bulging
Can't explain range rovers
By chauffeurs I'm drove and
The stores when closing would Open would open when closing
For bragging rights rent cars
Stares at the traffic lights
Travel light no luggage
Radio and cable satellite
Billie holiday strange fruit Through my app device
Now the strange fruit are Phones that's the apple type
Closet full
With the newest in clothes
My fridge empty and I can't Cook shoes in the stove
Females cars and jewels
Losing control
Feeding my ego but couldn't Find food for my soul
All my life
Been through the hardest times
Now everythings
Sweet potatoes
In search of food for my soul
I was a fool for the gold
Now everythings
Sweet potatoes
Day in day out
I'm grinding
Minding my own shit
High off my supply
Of rhymes
I'm fly as a Boeing jet
Drone gets
A mighty fine Climate
Looking down on you drones Yes I promote and oo-sign em
Making sure that
We're both fed
Divide the rye
Amongst your ride or dies
That's your homestead
Reflecting back to stolen
Cadillacs with your broke Credit
Lettuce would surely grow
Don't let it get
To your own head
The flow is so prophetic
Now we know
Where them roads led
Denoted by the the glow
The holy ghost and now
Folks tend
To spend a half a grand
To watch your boy rap
A whole set
Anointed apprehended
By the band with
The dope threads
Without the golden ropes
Who never acts inappropriate
Around your momma
Your Honor I'm a stoic
A stonehenge
A mogul not corrupted by
The socialist program
Like mobile motorolas
That encroach
With them ghost cams
They know your every move
But I'm the truth like sweet Potatoes and smoked ham
That's good food for the spirit You hear it you move to it so Fluent you cruise to it
You feel us glued to it
Soul music
Like everyday a celebrations
A holiday worth the wait
Tell em jay sent the invitation.
All my life
Been through the hardest times
Now everythings
Sweet potatoes
In search of food for my soul
I was a fool for the gold
Now everythings
Sweet potatoes
Once upon a time
Where the wild things are
Where aint nobody
Smiling on they id cards
Walking a thin lime
Where the light meets dark
Was a black boy shining
Like a rising star
Dark life matter
Names of bypassers
On stray bullets
Young scarfaces till we
Paid in the fullest
Could of been an entrepreneur
Except ya momma
All on the floor
Calling the lord
Calling a florist
Used to see the og in the regal
If only I could be like em
If only to feed my people
I know we dont worship idols
The devil is in the ego
But I still wanted the diamonds
And to run the city like Nino
Nino brown
Dreams of sipping pinot
With the eloheim
Black tie events
Reservations for a king
And queen
Times got dark in the past
I couldn't see a thing
Now life is all sweet potatoes
Let me eat in peace
All my life
Been through the hardest times
Now everything's
Sweet potatoes
In search of food for my soul
I was a fool for the gold
Now everything's
Sweet potatoes

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