Kinfolk Wellin' - Food On The Table

Wellin
I need that bag aye what you need
I need that sack I need them racks aye what you need
I need that gok I need them tags aye what that mean
I need the ops to just fall back
To put some food on the table
For the times we wasnt able
We did it dreams they said it was fables
I shot for heaven the clouds embrace em
Hope you anit Kane cuz I sholl anit Able
Lets put some Food The Table
Exchange the pain for big chains and switch lanes
We got the Swisser rolled up octane
Came with the back up lil brodie
Oh yeah the gang gang
And mommie gonna scrub the ground baby bang bang
Power cord attached yeah we up in this bitch
I got the line on what you need but I anit sellin shit
The specialist I get the points off the assist
And these niggaz shaking hands wit Ops to get rich
Fuck that I fight back until my hands hurt
Jump behind something brown with ass poking out her skirt
Shall we proceed hell yeah til they on one knee
No need for apologies just pass the paper please
Put the pressure to ya til we crumble knees
Then run the grader cross that boy since he a block of cheese
Fuck it din queso for everybody
I mean everybody except for your party
I need that bag aye what you need
I need that sack I need them racks aye what you need
I need that gok I need them tags aye what that mean
I need the ops to just fall back
To put some food on the table
For the times we wasnt able
We did it dreams they said it was fables
I shot for heaven the clouds embrace em
Hope you anit Kane cuz I sholl anit Able
Lets put some Food The Table
How you fall from grace survive that high was awesome
How you drink from the well yet you still talking
The forces the screams and I feel like the demons on me
I cant succumb to the calling my son depends on me
My daughter she grown and Im thinkin about yesterday
Dont wantin a repeat with son in a rush to get paid
Im takin losses for big picture and big money
Hoping son get off the game accept the call from me
Real shit my life I need a better toilet
Thank God I dont drink might become an alcoholic
These words that I rhyme come from expressed joy
This not just pen and paper this compressed love
Yes indeed from the back panel of the backdrop
These my heart beat flowing over beat drops
I do it for the monetary but trust me its so necessary
All my imprisoned people this comencery

Written by:
Kendricks Sheppard

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