Sweet Potatoes ft. Wordsworth Lyrics

What's the recipe

Ingredients to legacy

Tragedy or tribute

Triumph and treachery

Baby not even born yet

Treated like a celebrity

And for the baby shower

I got gucci for the registry

Overindulging over-impulsive

Over my clothing

Chains on my

Shoulders is bulging

Can't explain range rovers

By chauffeurs I'm drove and

The stores when closing would Open would open when closing

For bragging rights rent cars

Stares at the traffic lights

Travel light no luggage

Radio and cable satellite

Billie holiday strange fruit Through my app device

Now the strange fruit are Phones that's the apple type

Closet full

With the newest in clothes

My fridge empty and I can't Cook shoes in the stove

Females cars and jewels

Losing control

Feeding my ego but couldn't Find food for my soul

All my life

Been through the hardest times

Now everythings

Sweet potatoes

In search of food for my soul

I was a fool for the gold

Now everythings

Sweet potatoes

Day in day out

I'm grinding

Minding my own shit

High off my supply

Of rhymes

I'm fly as a Boeing jet

Drone gets

A mighty fine Climate

Looking down on you drones Yes I promote and oo-sign em

Making sure that

We're both fed

Divide the rye

Amongst your ride or dies

That's your homestead

Reflecting back to stolen

Cadillacs with your broke Credit

Lettuce would surely grow

Don't let it get

To your own head

The flow is so prophetic

Now we know

Where them roads led

Denoted by the the glow

The holy ghost and now

Folks tend

To spend a half a grand

To watch your boy rap

A whole set

Anointed apprehended

By the band with

The dope threads

Without the golden ropes

Who never acts inappropriate

Around your momma

Your Honor I'm a stoic

A stonehenge

A mogul not corrupted by

The socialist program

Like mobile motorolas

That encroach

With them ghost cams

They know your every move

But I'm the truth like sweet Potatoes and smoked ham

That's good food for the spirit You hear it you move to it so Fluent you cruise to it

You feel us glued to it

Soul music

Like everyday a celebrations

A holiday worth the wait

Tell em jay sent the invitation.

All my life

Been through the hardest times

Now everythings

Sweet potatoes

In search of food for my soul

I was a fool for the gold

Now everythings

Sweet potatoes

Once upon a time

Where the wild things are

Where aint nobody

Smiling on they id cards

Walking a thin lime

Where the light meets dark

Was a black boy shining

Like a rising star

Dark life matter

Names of bypassers

On stray bullets

Young scarfaces till we

Paid in the fullest

Could of been an entrepreneur

Except ya momma

All on the floor

Calling the lord

Calling a florist

Used to see the og in the regal

If only I could be like em

If only to feed my people

I know we dont worship idols

The devil is in the ego

But I still wanted the diamonds

And to run the city like Nino

Nino brown

Dreams of sipping pinot

With the eloheim

Black tie events

Reservations for a king

And queen

Times got dark in the past

I couldn't see a thing

Now life is all sweet potatoes

Let me eat in peace

All my life

Been through the hardest times

Now everything's

Sweet potatoes

In search of food for my soul

I was a fool for the gold

Now everything's

Sweet potatoes