Food For Thought Lyrics

How can I raise a child in this madness

People bending over board and bending over backwards

No class no morals, they got you living backwards

Music and movies shape us to be actors, the fact is

You gotta get up on your practice

Keep the body active

Do it with a passion

That's a triple threat like a hat trick

Multiple goals one vision take action

Uncomfortable, no pillow no mattress

Hard body hard head I don't need a bandage

Let the blood drip watch the wounds heal magic

I know god got me that's the way that I manage

So for the most part you might see me being passive

Well I dress unattractive, Making moves massive hard work beats talent

Y'all know what it is, or do I gotta spell it

D R E W got the Hustle

Treat it like a sport go hard like Russell

WEST BROOK, Everything I do is fucking textbook

Short attention spans gotta know how to network

LETS WORK

You have not seen my best work

Set the foundation, children are the future

Leave a trail don't follow one

Today's the day that your life begun

Foreal

See the way the wind blow

Rolling down my window

Riding with my Kinfoke

Family first like the Winslow's

Motha fucka

I'm bout to let it all go

The shit that I can't control

I just keep it simple

Tell me what the fuck you here for

Here for

We living in a world where they two face

Make you wanna runaway with no suitcase

How do you even know how the food taste

If you ain't never tried it, that's why we all divided

I coincide with the things that keep me delighted

You know the feeling so don't fight it

I just live it then I write it

I don't get too excited

And you I know I got the mightiest

TOUCH

And I'm only working with the finest

BUNCH

Every move I make I have a

HUNCH

I'm learning with a better mind, keep in mind

Don't tell me how to cope with mine

I write rhymes, imagine me writing checks

Yea she a dime, but she ain't got no sense left

I work around the clock

I take the hands of time

I tie em up in knots

I make the hours cry

Every minute every second

Everyday another blessing

And it's hard to pay attention

I be curving bitches like a crescent

MOON

I'm making room, everywhere that I go

I make a tune, every time that I flow

I'm letting go there you go that's your window

Of opportunity

I'll never let it ruin me

She be like damn drew, what you do to me

I role my windows down and I hit the highway

395 And I do it my way

This that food for thought, and I'm on a diet

See the way the wind blow

Rolling down my window

Riding with my Kinfoke

Family first like the Winslow's

Motha fucka

I'm bout to let it all go

The shit that I can't control

I just keep it simple

Tell me what the fuck you here for

Here for