Soulfood On Sunday Lyrics

My soul suddenly spilling through these words

Like a cold blooded killer coping no feeling in these nerves

Heard ya mix the Fentanyl with perks triple on the first

Til' you fill the corner curbs then u build it from the dirt

A million men that's down to murder drill without a purge

Make u spill an ounce of syrup while u wheelin round these curves

That life take you on cuz what's right take too long

Left a nigga in the street but the fight make u strong

Took a charge walk the yard up state for a stint

I met some Killas, dealers, takers, movers, shakers, and pimps

Learn to watch who choose not to celebrate when u win

They rather contemplate and pray for the day that u end

Out they mouth they say I'm great they gonna rate me a 10

At they house they really hate me wanna break all my limbs

But then it's Asalamalaccum's in my face with a grin

So we chased a lil paper that don't make you my friend

I been shed blood, spread luv, held water, payed lawyer fees

Never switched sides on my niggas displayed loyalty

As sure as a Puerto Rican is eating Goya beans

I was frontline every time they called me war machine

Extra K cartridge and the camouflage is forest green

Since azure jeans I was scoring serving raw to fiends

Just need a quarter to feed my daughter its all a dream

Rest In Peace to Christopher Bishop before he called Raheem!!