Food On The Table Lyrics

Wellin

I need that bag aye what you need

I need that sack I need them racks aye what you need

I need that gok I need them tags aye what that mean

I need the ops to just fall back

To put some food on the table

For the times we wasnt able

We did it dreams they said it was fables

I shot for heaven the clouds embrace em

Hope you anit Kane cuz I sholl anit Able

Lets put some Food The Table

Exchange the pain for big chains and switch lanes

We got the Swisser rolled up octane

Came with the back up lil brodie

Oh yeah the gang gang

And mommie gonna scrub the ground baby bang bang

Power cord attached yeah we up in this bitch

I got the line on what you need but I anit sellin shit

The specialist I get the points off the assist

And these niggaz shaking hands wit Ops to get rich

Fuck that I fight back until my hands hurt

Jump behind something brown with ass poking out her skirt

Shall we proceed hell yeah til they on one knee

No need for apologies just pass the paper please

Put the pressure to ya til we crumble knees

Then run the grader cross that boy since he a block of cheese

Fuck it din queso for everybody

I mean everybody except for your party

I need that bag aye what you need

I need that sack I need them racks aye what you need

I need that gok I need them tags aye what that mean

I need the ops to just fall back

To put some food on the table

For the times we wasnt able

We did it dreams they said it was fables

I shot for heaven the clouds embrace em

Hope you anit Kane cuz I sholl anit Able

Lets put some Food The Table

How you fall from grace survive that high was awesome

How you drink from the well yet you still talking

The forces the screams and I feel like the demons on me

I cant succumb to the calling my son depends on me

My daughter she grown and Im thinkin about yesterday

Dont wantin a repeat with son in a rush to get paid

Im takin losses for big picture and big money

Hoping son get off the game accept the call from me

Real shit my life I need a better toilet

Thank God I dont drink might become an alcoholic

These words that I rhyme come from expressed joy

This not just pen and paper this compressed love

Yes indeed from the back panel of the backdrop

These my heart beat flowing over beat drops

I do it for the monetary but trust me its so necessary

All my imprisoned people this comencery