The Food (Live|Explicit)

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to get (Dough, dough, dough)

I'm up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and whites (Po-po, po-po, po-po)

Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (No-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to hear the story again and again

About these young brothers, from the City of Wind

Like juice and gin, in the city we blend

Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed

Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em

Felt the south side venom in raw hides and denim

Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims

We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting

On the block white is selling like Eminem

On the block, it Jump Off, like Kim and them

On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then

Shorties get the game but no instruction to assembling

Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them

Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him

He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to get (Dough, dough, dough)

I'm up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and whites (Po-po, po-po, po-po)

Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (No-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems

Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims

Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts

We never fall short, with us it's our force like Air 1's

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for

Cats is colder than four below, with self I go toe to toe

Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough

Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go

Though I know the dough, I got to bring back to the ghetto

Arrow on terot cards pointing to the grind

Poor living in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up

Clench my fists tight, holding the right up

Freedom fight in the dark gear for the years to get brighter

Situations, and jobs get tighter

My man trying to get his weight and height up, come on

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to get (Dough, dough, dough)

I'm up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and whites (Po-po, po-po, po-po)

Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (No-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

I, ÂI know I could make it right

If I could just swallow my pride

But I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on me

I, no, I can't let it ride

No, no not tonight

See I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on me