[produced by OnGaud]
[hook]
I'm just trying to eat, put some food in my house
So you gon' have to up that silver spoon in your mouth
This can go smooth, please don't make me act a fool
Cause my patience is low and my stomach is too
I'm just trying to eat, put some food in my house
So you gon' have to up that silver spoon in your mouth
This can go smooth, please don't make me act a fool
Cause my patience is low and my stomach is too
[verse 1]
Walking in the devil's shoes
I gotta pull some moves, landlord said I gotta move
Stomach on E, all I got is butter and juice
And a ski mask, a 3-0, that shit don't even shoot
I'm like 'Man, fuck that shit, it'd work.' Run up on a nerd
Say I'mma put his face on a shirt if he don't up the merch
Don't make no shifty moves
My index finger is itchy, one shot and you're on the news
It's like that. Life but a nigga had to bite back
I tried to get a job, they won't hit my fuckin' line back
So I'm checking pockets, trying not to be where the swine's at
You seem like a good dude, I'd hate to leave your line flat
Face on the pavement, momma screamin' out baby
News yellin' that gang shit, they don't know the truth
Try being a saint when the devil holding you
I wanna do right, guess stains what I'm supposed to do
[hook]
[verse 2]
Just trying to get them ends, ain't we all though
But he got more dough, and he drive this whip
While I'm heating up my fist, this shit get old quick
So a nigga need a lick, and you lookin' like a lick, so I need that
Where's your ID at? I want it all
Don't you refuse, I'm kinda high, so shit can go left, I'll let you choose
Please don't tweak off, taking your time, if I get the police called
That's your ass, man down up on State Street
Don't want it to get that deep, but it can get deep, pause
My homies G's, best believe they straight dogs
High all the time, so their mind just stay lost
Ready for it, me I'm just trying to get a buck
Tired of the landlord knocking, I've been dodging him for months
And you sent with all this cash, shit for what, I need that
Tryin' to find where the fiends at, but I'm not that good
So nigga, up them goods before you blooded like Suge
[hook]
[verse 3: Mick Jenkins]
Hit this Indonesia, tell me how you feel, we got hella chill
Alcohol never was the thrill, hella ginger ale
I'm too on point, no need to point 'em out or pin the tail
The vegetari breath easy, no Benadryl
Like huh? What? Where did this nigga come from?
He speak his spoke with so many layers, he must be onion
I am peeling back all these roots
The feeling is that you're less appealing once you get to peeling back all these truths
That's a lot, still in the back of black coupes
They peeling caps in the streets
But shorty just poppin' wheelies, not bulletproof
Hit this helium, I'm straight past your ceiling like fuck the roof
And I'm healin' 'em, straight penicillin out the syringe
Sealin' the joint with lemon kush
And jasmine blends the bride and groom
Seal territory in these waters, fuck a Heidi Klum
Fuck a tidy room, it's dirty in these streets
Out my window, I can see it, nigga, searching for defeat