Food for Thought

I was singing my song for nobody

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

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

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