Soul Food Lyrics

Uh, uh, yeah

Damn, Khaled, you gettin' long

And you know

You just vibin' on this one

Still gon' talk my shit

Smooth, uh

Uh, I'm just tryna make somethin' you can cook too

But I gotta show these niggas how I cook too

Shawty bad, but she fuckin' with a good dude

Uh, and she caught me in a good mood

Phone off, I don't need that stress

I done ran it up for hours, I don't need that check, huh

I heard Shawty got a mean ass left, yeah

So that mean that she can meet my ex

They don't want no shit, so won't be no shit, though

I can give you more once they all let my dick go

Rockstar life, girl, you know how this shit go

Breath smell nice, always talkin' my shit, though

I told my team, one of us gotta make it

Think about them shows, brought no hoes, it was vacant

Now I flex so much, I laugh, cause they hate it

Treat beats like donuts, I po'd up, then ate it

These boys too slow, I just don't have to write

But I still jot my thoughts, put my soul in the mic

I'm not a bandwagon nigga, I don't go with the hype

And I can't give you no advice, because I know I'm not right

I mean, I'm really doin' wrong when I know it ain't right

But I don't move this way for nothin', I'm alone in the fight

My whole house damn packed, I'm alone in my mind

Yeah, I'm alone in my mind

Ayy, I'm just tryna make somethin' you can cook too

But I had to show these niggas how I cook too

Songwriter, I can help you write a hook too

I ain't tryna steal your shine, I just look cool

Nine hours, nine songs, only took two

Flyer' mileage outta town, it's time to book two

I been stylin', steady pilin' up blues clues

And I been wildin', but I'm vibin', that's how woo do

Niggas talkin' how they knew, woo

Now I'm lookin' at them like, who's you

Not a new dude, won't never say I found myself

Still movin', I can't even say I found my step

Them boys losin' no muscle when I found my reps

They been takin' days off, kinda glad that they left

I was rollin', writin' songs, why I'm mad that they slept

And I was holdin' shit down, that's why I'm mad that they left

But I ain't trippin', they ain't never wanna listen

Mad I'm still shittin', n I ain't even stop sippin

Glad I grew distant always knew when something's different

I done grew up single parent, so I know when something's missin

I ain't glorifying drugs, but I know when someone's trippin

Hold my shit together nice, they don't know that I been slippin

Gotta pay the price, boy, I'ma own all my decisions

And rip to Big Mike, they don't know about the pigeons

Yeah, I drop new buffs, they know about the pistons

Now I'm off two blunts, puttin money up on Michigan

Since I grew up, they done told me I been gifted

An ever since I blew up, they been actin' like I scripted it

And since them blue bucks came, I done switched my digits

I don't give two fucks about none of these lil' bitches

Ever since them blue bucks came, I done switched my digits

I don't give two fucks about none of these lil' bitches

I'm gone