Food for Thought

[Intro]

I was singing my song for nobody

[Verse 1: TUT]

I'm like a Rolling Stone rolling stone

And I'm the shit playa, but don't flush your commode

And I hope you smell me, but this Polo cologne

Slamming doors like I got an attitude or something wrong

It's like I'm switching cars the way I got them holding on to

Every word I spit like I got a lisp and it is hella strong

Kicks like they came to play this off a house party

And you niggas look gay, like Jesse McCartney

And to be real it wouldn't be logic to fuck with me

Cause we on some Adele shit, we be rolling deep

Your girl get mad when I pass and I don't even speak

Prolly cause I got all up inside and was behind her teeth

I need a piece at least if I can't get the whole cake

Cause I be going all in like a young Drake

Yeah, you probably didn't get that like money

Yeah, you probably didn't get that

Imma keep it real cause some liars don't do that

And Imma blow cause I've seen a fucking fire do that

And Imma take a trick magicians be like how he do that?

And I be killing beats rappers be like why he do that?

Bitches say I'm clean and I don't even try to dress

I could fuck her though but I ain't even tryna sex

I got her number man and I ain't even tryna text

I strong armed dude and I ain't gotta flex

I spit profound shit that I could never lose

And I was better than half these dudes back in middle school

And I remember days like this

Tapping out the whole world with a pen in my wrist

Freestyling in class I bet the teacher was pissed

I probably should've paid more attention, yeah i'm slick

But bitch I probably won't be like this no more

I thunk outside the box and they won't let me back in that ho

Damn..

[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]

Yeah

Lounging with my feet up

Them lame motherfuckers drop their faces when they see us

We could play pretend them niggas still couldn't be us

Back in Chattanooga still couldn't Tennessee us

It's conflict when I'm writing these rhymes

Tryna fit my whole life up in thirty two lines but

I keep it real that's how it happened

The government gonna try to do me in like Fred Hampton, a black panther

Let's keep it real from the Hamptons

A penny saving, minimum wage is some shit, plantation

Slaves to the modern day, swimming Frank Ocean

Guns waving guns blazing filling in the holster

All I need is some cake like a fuckin' Hostess

At a table can't eat, grab a fuckin' hostess

Put my back against the wall like a fuckin' poster

Put my money on the table like a fuckin' coaster

Who's better? You's better? That's fuckin' bogus

I got your bitch up in my sheets like a fuckin' toga

Positions in some shit, sexual yoga

Master of that pussy, sexual Yoda

Jedi mind tricks watch that nine dip

That's food for thoughts, 9 clips

[Verse 3: Amazn]

Yeah

All I need in this life is a bitch and a blunt

Good head and cooked food is all a nigga want

I don't trust too many niggas so my circle small

Never let 'em hear my feelings only pussy involved

I know it's kinda cold but the fuck is you to judge me

The last time I fell in love man I damn near lost me

So I spit my feelings in these raps to get my feelings back

Cause lately I been feeling lost stranded like I need map

Tired of the bullshit so I need a nap

I'm hungry for this music shit so I'm eating tracks

Flow hotter than anniversary candle wax

I'm feeling sorry for the competition cause they lack

Originality, imagination and style

I'm looking like a vet and you been at this for awhile

21 years old, nigga no pressure

I cop your bitch with ease dog, I'm talking no effort

Don't be mad at me, bruh, cause she chose greatness

It was long overdue cause you kept her waiting

She fell in love with my poetic flow and way with words

All this time you playing daddy but the kid ain't even yours