$pw3r - The Food

Runnin my game
I been pushing it back
Tryna get money this sack
Lookin funny at my bag
Need some cash
Don't touch the stash
Rubbin and scratching
I'm itching my palms
We gone wop it out
I'm pickin my rash
Tryna claim I can be something
Stay writing these verses
Like god got my back
We gone speak bluntly to match
I burnt a hole in my robe
Feel like a hole in my gut
Talkin to all my dead ghosts
I been holding up my hopes
I been reppin up my dreams
Throwing my hands in these schemes
Don't ever chatter my ends
Or it's done before We begin
Its Gun to my head, if you knew where I been
Jammin my soul like a rock
I hid in of my coat
to go get some ice c.r.e.a.m.
That sweet cookie dough
Just One Scoop can't get greedy tho
Swear I Gave everything short of my soul
So you know my soul packing her bags
And she ready to go

So I'm Catching a ride from my soldier
How you entitled to closure
Must be hitting that mojo
Only did what I'm supposed to
Used to call my name
like I'm always on the way
But you never reciprocate
To this day
But I still gotta get the

Cash on the table
Put the food on the
Put the food on the
Put the food on the
Put the food on the
Put the food on the stove
Keep the burner close
With food for the road

We still the same
Life was classic felt like Casanova
How you love me with these hidden motives
Cant let your blows up and push me over
Double back, past taught me to stay cautious
Fatima warned me bout losing focus
Nah you ain't love me
You ain't thuggin for me
You was makin moves tryna get over
I was your mark
I was coolin on the north
Stay collected don't fall apart
You shootin shots like Tony stark
What a marvel cannon aimed at my heart
Went to battle for the story told
Ain't a Disney tale that's Any way
Make a scene cause you just wanna play
Ran the lines like you coach 23

All the dreams they told me I can't make
Im creating whiles they sleep I stay wake
I was zoning in my room all alone like my life was at stake
I can't take me no break
Gotta show what's inside
Gotta give what I take
I was your soldier I'm keeping it loaded
Beams got you surprised point which way you should go
Go me outside get my cigarette rolled
Fixed you a plate full of food
Make sure you eat till your belly full show
Hope you don't fall for the rigamarole
All they malarkey
One day you gone those new car keys
Follow the road
You'll know which way to go
If you follow your heartbeat
Got my baby like a car seat
She believe we gone eat

Cash on the table
Put the food on the
Put the food on the
Put the food on the
Put the food on the
Put the food on the stove
Keep the burner close
With food for the road

Written by:
Kelvin Spears

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