Food for Thought Lyrics

423 and the 623 stand up, yeah

I am what I am

Roll up another one, I might turn to a zombie

I play with her pussy, watch it turn tsunami

Reminiscing on past days that still haunt me

And I know my angels got me, but these demons want me

My bitch look like she model Abercrombie

And I'm making more than any teacher that ever flunked me

Done seen blocks get spent like dirty laundry

I'm praying to God, and I hope it clear my conscience

Or free my mind, just free my brother, he gone beat that time

Yes, baby, I'm doing fine, why you asking if I'm lying?

If I can't roll one, feel like I'm dying

Two watches still ain't got time

Balling on them like Jordan in Prime

I'm living truth in every rhyme

Stay out of sight and out of mine

Yeah, here's a little food for thought

Here's a little Food for Thought

Here's a little food for thought for them niggas that ever slept on me

5'8", but I'm Big Homie

Shorty know what's good my way

Usher Raymond, she like it my way

100 on the highway

Been smoking all day

I probably smell like a ashtray

Truthfully, I feel like I'm losing myself, I just do what the cash say

Know, I've been moving the fast way

Know, I've been stuck in my past days

Yeah, I've been, yeah, I've been stuck in my past ways

Yeah, praying to God he watching me over my good and bad days, yeah