Food For Thought

[Intro] Yo [Verse] CLA ain't really a fan of doing interviews So his intro for his tapes is always somethin' you should listen to Niggas always pick and choose Depending on whether or not they think you're willing to Don't confuse my career, if it's like that then I'm spinning No one tells me when to spin it No one tells me when to test it, no one tells me when to ring it No one told me on the roads you'll lose people that you love, or look at people funny that once upon a time you used to trust I miss scraping up the dust, I got trust issuеs Before all this fake lovе and fame, it was drug misuse You might have to press nine three times if these slugs hit you You might have to replace your Rolex if my little thugs lick you Still got love for Flacko even though that relationship's at its rockiest Mask up and let it ring, no caller ID, I'm anonymous Niggas say I've changed and I'm no longer the same, I'm on my block every day, so how the fuck could I be Hollywood? I spend most of my days Tryna figure out who loves me for me or for the fame It's been fucking with my brain A therapist can't help me 'cause I doubt that therapist knows how it feels when you feel like everyone's tryna be with you for the gains Yo, I hate being a star Center of attention, can't go nowhere without everyone knowing who you are I ain't tryna seek advice But since everyone knows everything, where do you go when you're famous and you want some peace of mind? I still manuever with a knife I'm known for concealing so stoppin' for police isn't wise Doing people wrong that only done you right isn't nice They say, "Two wrongs don't make a right" Whoever came up with that saying gotta do some explaining Got bored of spinning blocks and spun yards like the bailiffs The worst thing you could do is run back into the yard 'cause now we know for sure, that's the yard that he stays in Dimma's home in a sec, he's always in and out Inside, always giving her majesty his time, of course, I wanna see him strive But I know just what he's like, as soon as he's home He's probably gonna ask me for a dinger, and a pipe Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes But the jokes on all you silly hoes, 'cause that's like my little sister This one girl, I used to consider her feelings all the time Had a thing for me before I had money in my life Always thought of her when I had thought about, what female I plan on making mine She was entitled to my time, that I never had time to give, not many prettier I'm being biased, 'cah the color green were her eyes Everyone knows the line not to cross I was slight hurt when I found out she's a big hoe And she fucked one of the guys I don't see the point on getting with the girl, that I like I'm a rapper touring all the time and I'm still ain’t in my prime But I would be a fool to let this one slip out my life That's another dilemma, complicated life of mine A lot of hoes, they been tryin' put the wool over my eyes But I already know how many rappers been inside Is that the one you took to dinner? You don't need to stress about If I fucked her, yeah I did, but I ain't seen her since the villa If she's fucked me and Kirky, that don't make her a hoe But if she fucked anyone else in my gang, then she's cold See what I'm saying bout these hoes, T wants May to take her serious But May already knows the whole gang been in her throat I've done more than a lot, still putting corn on the cob He might catch corn in his top, bro put corn in his box Street shit can't be erased, don't know when it's gonna stop I shut down Wireless, then went straight back to my block Don't slip like Marcus whilst you're hitting your morning shots He was working then got shot, now he's got the morning off If I told you how much money I spent on Louis Vuitton This year alone, I guarantee your jaw will drop I realised that a lot of man are bitch made G Wagon always tryna give me hugs around corners, but never when I switch lanes Apologies to Fred, that's my guy, but I ain't slippin' when I'm signing CDs We brought guns inside Kick Game I don't think you've ever brought guns in Harvey Nichols Big drip when I open up my wardrobe, I don't drip little Of course there's a strap, if I'm in my hood shooting visuals I don't think my A&Rs ever seen a burner, still in his teens Could probably buy two .9s if I sold all my Amiri jeans Could probably buy some autos if I never spent on Celine Could probably buy a Dweller, if I never gave the guys I love cheddar When they finally get released from HMP Won't consider me puttin' my morals up for sale Some of my trust issues come from fucking other people's girl Why you cheating with a piece of shit like me When you always post your boyfriend on baecations traveling the world? I got a separate roster of candidates All they want is bracelets and dinners with the candles lit It's not about the toy, it's how you hold it, how you angle it Taught T how to load up his first gun and now he's got the hang of it And it's true what they say when they say, "Money can't buy happiness" Since bro died, I've had money but, I ain't been happy since Since these big checks, life's been more of a lesson But in school they never told me how to cope with depression All I wanted was a zino of each and a Smith & Wesson And for someone to show me how to whip rice, Declan Little ones, they got ZKs, the same size of seven For their b-day, I can buy some zombie killers for their present Pricks always talking like they know about the shit that they're discussin' I was happy when I came home, saw my nigga with a Presi’ I don't know how to convince him to do with it I had nothing, but my friends are just sheisty and at the time, they wanted money My other friend burnt my bridge, he thinks the guys in me are dodge When honestly I'm not, and if I ever went low, no cap He would be the last person I would rob Like from young, we weren't tight, I was bottoms, you were tops Me and Hoosh got the same in common, we both sold rocks But mine came from a pot, the cocaine was soft, the cocaine was dirty Put it in the ‘Rex, gave it a wash Feds done a sweep, wanna see my whole block in the dock Mommy knows I roll with mine, she ain't asking me why ‘Cah she knows there's a war outside You ain't mashing work or getting money, tell me why you're outside I don't lease smoke, I buy all my guns outright, I feel like it's about time Pricks give me my flowers, anytime I get violated Someone sees blood within the hours Got my cutter in the showers, couple times niggas ran off from me Without any weapons, safe to say that they were cowards Come a long way from my mommy's crib getting raids Got my paigons all up in their feelings ‘cause I'm getting paid Never been a fool, I bought multiple guns before I thought 'bout buying chains I ain't talking bout a rack, my youngin’s tryna get a K Sometimes when I get lost in my thoughts, I feel like NB Dropping out was partially my fault Like if I took rap for real, that's what he was tryna push We could have been on tour instead of him being at some shitty house party in the hood Hurts my heart to check the books, I don't recognize my looks May said I've got bipolar, but if I do, then that's good 'Cause if I stay in this mood all day, I reckon someone's getting (Tsh), yo Nana was like my mom, so when she died, that hit me hard Always used to tell me watch my friends and stop selling hard Said there's other ways to make Ps, like buying, selling cars I betught a Ford, made a rack 10 times and sold it fast If my music takes a trip, phone Big K for some bricks I can get that shit on tick, as long as I can make them dip And my label's gonna hate this, but I don't care bout no bricks I appreciate it more, the street niggas play my street shit in their whip My Toronto ting said, she ain't clipped in 8 months, unless it's me She don't care about no dick, she must think that I'm some prick, that sound just like a fib Stop rapping bout your friends work, and tell us what you did Family function back and forth with my cousin ‘bout some hammers No matter how rich I get, I'll always have manners For my aunties that gave me a home when I was backwards Only them and my mom can patronize me ‘bout my talent And how I take that shit for granted, first dotty that we had was like my fingertip to armpit I still get them arms in, what's life like as an artist? It's got pros, it's got cons But being famous made me way more of a target I got two top 10s, in my hood, I'm top two, not two Topic of discussion’s me, not you My youngins wanna grip new, and I got them Uptown I buy what I like, I see tags and I pop them Whether females, clothes or firearms, I got options, six figure deals float my boat, not often I need more than a mill, for my album And if Polydor beg to differ, then I guess me and my label got a problem After the Pakistan shoot, Young Adz dropped so much free game on me I could sell game and still have enough game when I'm 83 I'll listen ‘cause he's done it, and he's been there He asked me where I see myself in 5 years, I didn't wanna tell him that I don't wanna rap in 3 years Some of my niggas that I grew up with, been on remand for like 3 years And not for the papers, ungrateful guys act like they forgot about the favors Yo, I hate ungrateful guys Funny thing about having money is, listen Niggas ask to borrow but then lending turns to giving But I'm the bad guy, if in the first place I don't give it Then they'll start spreading rumors how I'm stingy and a dickhead And I beg man don't question me bout dumb shit like "What happened up in Dublin?" I had so many girls giving drops on them clowns and it’s funny ‘cah Not any of them girls I was fucking, but Niggas want clout and I get it, but just for the record, I ain't checking in with tramps I'm not being funny, they should be checking in with man I'm only in that city, anyway, for a check A couple months later, had a show, 40 grand Videos, 40 man, when we pull up, where's the .40? Heard there's boxes in that crib, the last thing we need is a door key Good girl, but she naughty, just a fling, not my shawty I wonder how life would have been if, after that drill, the cameras caught me Shoving shanks inside opps that somehow reckon they can war me I'll be real, no one taught me, got caught slippin by the seaside But my name ain't on your knife I'll be real, no one bored me, left his fit the same color as the racing car Roary Shots pissed, they can't call me hear my voice I'm at this industry event Slightly annoyed cause I couldn't bring my toy inside Why would I rate your thing when you're broke, and you never ride And when it's time to step forward, all you do is step aside? When I'm in the booth, I don't ever lie For me and niggas to go have a fallout, now they're saying that I cap in mine I was serving in them traps, putting work up in them flats And when I took, niggas work, it was rough ‘cause they never got it back When I say if rap don't work, I know what I'm saying You lot take it for a joke, and to me, I find it strange It's all sunshine when you check my Spotify and see my numbers are numbering But them same numbers can one day turn lame We all know rappers that used to get mills, that can't get a hundred K My Rolex and Cartier totals to a hundred K Put a 50 on my Cuban, that already cost a 50 and like my Skelly and my Annie That's another hundred K, you can put me on your block list All the girls in your group chat wanna chop this And all now you might see me, in a hoopty with some chopsticks Whoever said the fame's getting to my head's smoking dogshit Nowadays I touch airport, more than I touch the petrol station Guys that used to little boy me, hate the fact I'm elevating Hate the fact that soon, when I take Kalia and Carol to my crib for the weekend They'll have some options like take the stairs or elevators One time I saw my opp trip, on the LMA ting Have a guess who done that shaving? Turn that paigon to a patient, I believe in being patient Same time, hate waiting, mom's proud of me I put her through, hella stress daily No cap, sometimes I wish I never blew, like Navy All you see is the good parts but my BTS crazy All I need in this fucked life is my real ones and a lady I'll leave the drillings and the murder shit to Snowball and Suedey