Food

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Being liked was never in my list of plans

I give a fuck about your Instagram

I give a fuck about your Twitter

Don't follow me, you see me in the street, nigga

I'm a giant, noisy footsteps can't sneak with ya

Been runnin' shit, the next move is a flea flicker

Still makin' 'em sick like sweet liquor

Book full of "told yous" in my MVP picture

Ninety percent of my songs gloomy, I'm bar heavy

I brought them bitches out a dark room like R. Kelly

Gorilla papers keep the car smelly

Thinkin' I won't line you up, dead wrong on the contrary

Diamonds on my pimp hand, my buckle strapped, Ferragam'

Scorin' like a six man, quarter pound of Marathon

Awaitin' a day when all of my bad habits gone

Money, powеr, respect, all the abovе added on

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? Nothin'

You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'

Niggas'd be food, never dinner function

Better keep your cool or pretend, or somethin'

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Me and Blue again (What up?)

Blue steel in the foreign, yeah, I'm a CEO but move like a hooligan

If I'm in the club, then the owner gon' let the shooter in

Stick it in car oil, baby oil and lubricant

Known to set trip, you only trip when you Uberin'

Went in godspeed for the time that I'm maneuvering

Yeah, I matter like Black lives

Baptized in the black five on nine-five with a crack pie

Lloyd, we think of Floyd Mayweather and George

Blowin' smoke out the sunroof, talk to the lord

Thank God for the stash box in the Accord (Thank God)

All the old school drug dealers rocking velour

Arm, leg, a leg, a arm, head and take these

That's the act, I sold crack just to bread, me

And I stuck niggas too, and I cut niggas too

They be like, "Fuck gooks," but I be like, "Fuck niggas too", what?

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? Nothin'

You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'

Niggas'd be food, never dinner function

Better keep your cool or pretend, or somethin'

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Bet they hit their boyfriends with the okey-doke

Prepare for the hoedown, this ain't her first rodeo

Watch me break this shit down like polio

The fuckin' world can turn on a nigga long as the homies don't

From South Jamaica to San Antonio

Seven days, I'm targetin' paper, raining colonial

Killin' for years, my ceremony's due

I feel disrespected when niggas tell me my clone is you

If I should jump out the window, it's necessary

You got something to say to me, tell my secretary

Request a order for June, see you in February

Thirty'll get you a V, just have the edit ready

I been legendary, this is my second tour

Fuck the company, what's a building to a wreckin' ball?

Bunch of bitch-ass niggas that need a epidural

Take the Cuban links off, get 'em a neck of pearls

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? Nothin'

You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'

Niggas'd be food, never dinner function

Better keep your cool or pretend, or somethin'