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Soul Food
03:02
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Yo, uh, this is soul food
Ha, Its just a taste man, its just a taste
The main is yet to come, flipside
But check it
Why do i live this way?
I used to wanna see it all but now i hide behind designer shades
A jack of all trades, from a young age i thought of ways to get paid
Wanted some new jays, freshly trimmed skin fade
When i was young they told me women can’t be trusted
Because they’ll line you up if you’re the nigga with the mustard
My sauce is different they can’t comprehend
I’m tryna take this music that im making and turn it into a dividend
I used to choke when i smoked weed, then i got used to it
It weren’t until i learnt how to roll that i started abusing it,
What can i say, that was my thing to help me get away
Mind on the cream, growing up with dreams
In my teens, council estates they looked like sky scrapers
Til i saw the world, oh my beloved pearl
It weren’t nothing but a slum, making us the ghetto children
Now we’re grown, we’re tryna come back and buy the buildings boy
So we rolled up Kush, smoke weed for the pain
Pour henny for the n****s that we lost to the game,
They want cheese, we want cheese
Soul food n***a we will eat, get it by any means
Its soul food
So we rolled up Kush, smoke weed for the pain
Pour henny for the n****s that we lost to the game,
They want cheese, we want cheese
Soul food n***a we will eat, get it by any means
Its soul food
City lights, im tryna catch a vibe,
She wasn’t f*****g with me till she saw i had a ride,
I knew this but i let it slide because of pride
Already bought her two drinks, im tryna fuck tonight
And so i turn a blind eye
I guess its ignorance, keeps placing me in this predicament
Chasing girls with no morals, lying tryna get some oral
Its crazy, she said she wants to have my baby
She ain’t even met my parents but questions my disappearance,
Slowly moving on, why most n****s become fugazy
The second you start getting money they start acting crazy
Looking side ways, telling jokes that aint funny
It seems they rather see me broke than see a n***a up with money
But i peeped it, so i acted accordingly
Changed my ways and only hit them n****s up quarterly
Im talking new years, easter, summer and then christmas
Only thing consistent Khan stays on his business boy
So we rolled up Kush, smoke weed for the pain
Pour henny for the n****s that we lost to the game,
They want cheese, we want cheese
Soul food n***a we will eat, get it by any means
Its soul food
So we rolled up Kush, smoke weed for the pain
Pour henny for the n****s that we lost to the game,
They want cheese, we want cheese
Soul food n***a we will eat, get it by any means
Its soul food
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2. |
Goodfellas
03:00
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We never got no lessons, but we always found our way
Ready made? Nah we had to slave just to secure our place
Amazing grace, wasn’t meant to happen but we found some ways
Of getting paid, cutting corners, just to end up facing jurors
Sometimes it feels like torture, i should be living driving round in Porshes
Not on the corner late 00s serving orders
Don’t play no game if you cant take no L’s,
No this ain’t no sea side but there’s plenty shells,
Wishing wells, crackheads stealing pennies tryna make those sales
Fish scale, it tipped the scales, all in our favours
Growing up, we did things no behaviour
I’m talking school days getting head behind the bushes
They tried to over look us and count us out, man I guess they couldn’t
We was ten toes down, was ducking rounds
Local chip shop is where we would gather round
After school, kicking it like Jet li
Two piece with a Pepsi
How’d we go from playing in the flats
To in the flats searching for cats
It’s mad
Ha, you know looking back we didn’t even mean to break no rules man
We were just young trine get it
We wanted to shine man, we wanted to stunt on n****s
My n***a fresh out of jail, four years for throwing food on a scale,
Stacking monkeys, he hit me up and told me he feels caged still
He’s on license, 7pm curfew, he used to take his time for granted
We were young and mostly dumb, broke, in search of funds
Gave no f*** about no laws, if we were getting bread
Patient n****s don’t get fed, we had to get it
Don’t leave no paper trails, burner phone, cash never debit
Speak in person, don’t message
These are things that we learnt with time,
Before our brothers did their time,
Crazy I’ve been lucky thus far
Because ive gambled my freedom, played a part in all that scheming
But came out clean, unscathed, breathing
I’m still here fighting demons
The ends changed, so I adapted
I learnt to read my situation, met my days with preparation
Never slip, cause that could change your situation
I talking T-shirts saying r.i.p
You’re just another casualty darg, it’s mad
You know we weren’t nothing but some young n****s man
We were just tryna win at life
You know, Goodfellas
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3. |
Outrageuous
03:12
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Its outrageous
Its outrageous
The Way you make me feel
Its outrageous ( ba ba ba)
Its outrageous ( ba ba ba)
Its outrageous ( ba ba ba)
The Way you make me feel (ba ba ba)
The way you make me feels outrageous, yeah you really had me in a trace
At a glance, i was thinking coming over with a glass
This ain’t wine baby, take a sip
From the shores of the emirates
Brandy, mwah you love the taste of it
Sophisticated, from the hood but polished up
Now its german cars, Rollies and APs
Stick for my safety,
I keep it calm till i have to, show you, how we get down in my part of town
Pump action, but baby girl for now im chilling,
I’ve got a thing for fancy clothes, pretty jewels and women
I won’t objectify, but i feel like i need you in my possession
I mean since we’re confessing
I may as well tell you all things I’ve seen,
Like how I’ve been picturing peeling your body out of them jeans
Booty looking fat in your Baby Phat
Matter fact, ima show you how i handle that
Baby what’s up?
Its outrageous
Its outrageous
Baby girl it’s outrageous
The way you make me feel
Its outrageous ( ba ba ba)
Its outrageous ( ba ba ba)
Baby girl it’s outrageous ( ba ba ba)
The Way you make me feel (ba ba ba)
I mean I’ve never really called myself a dreamer
But the irony is, someone like you is who i dream of
I close my eyes and imagine, fairy tales,
Coming home from work tired, to a meal prepared
I ain’t scared of what the future holds,
I’ve just seen love fail before and leave grown men broken
For a next girl to pick up, tryna make herself a collage
Until he’s picture perfect, i hope the pain was worth it
I ain’t invincible, i might pretend to be,
Just to hold on to whatever misconception that you hold of me
I’m tryna be the man of your dreams, with no fears,
Life thought out, kids and careers
I ain’t perfect, but i’ll try to be
Promise to hold me down and blast for me
Stand up in court on trial and lie for me
Bonnie and Clyde, won’t have no other way
I’ll hold you down until our last day,
Do you feel me?
Its outrageous
Its outrageous
Baby girl it’s outrageous
The Way you make me feel
Its outrageous ( ba ba ba)
Its outrageous ( ba ba ba)
Baby girl it’s outrageous ( ba ba ba)
The Way you make me feel (ba ba ba)
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Wasn't Given
03:36
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You know I like beats like this man
S**t gets me thinking,
You ain’t nothing was given to us
We went and got everything we had
I believed that i could dream, rollie on my sleeve,
Never thought that i could say no lines like that
I didn’t think I’d ever have no rolex watch up on my arm,
Talkless, walking round the ends just wearing designer garms
But things changed round,
Stacked up pennies till they became pounds
Broke laws in the process, only way to progress
I guess that’s why, i get nervous at the sound
Of the sirens when in my ends, repercussions of my sins
I start thinking are they coming for me? To take my freedom?
Wanna kill me like their Liam Neeson
Take a deep breath, I’m going to deep
Pardon my transgressions,I’ve learnt hard lessons
Lost friends i wish i didn’t, women i would love to see
But couldn’t keep up with the person that they thought I’d be
I guess that’s an excuse for saying that i wouldn’t change
Or fake being someone else that i wasn’t
Just so i could have a placeat their table
Never broke down, only enabled
Other n****s in my hood, to see the greater good,
Buy a home and find a wife is what my pastor preached
Go to school, get a degree is what my parents teached
I never had a choice, i live life my heart on my sleeve,
And pour out henny for my brothers that are dead or deceased
They lost at life, I mean they never stood a chance
Mother working round the clock, Father nowhere to be found
So their on the streets working,
Thinking if they could help with bills, maybe mummy she could rest,
If i could pay the mortgage, maybe mummy won’t be stressed
But the problem with this thinking is it puts you on the block,
Where they get bullets in their chest
I’m talking hood beef, where children younger than me
Kill each other for a street, that they don’t even own
These post code wars, led to knocks at the door,
From the police, ready to make an arrest,
For that knife under your vest
We didn’t pick this life, i guess we just adapted to it,
And we didn’t want to break the rules, sometimes we had to do it
I can’t speak on my endeavours, I might perjure myself
But I can guarantee I’m worthy of some judgement myself
Ahh,
These are confessions of a hood n***a, I mean not too hood
We grew up in the hood around thugs but try remain good,
Minor cases, I would ride out to these other places
Just to back a n***a, who later would make a statement
Breaking down our friendship,
I weren’t ever scared of life, I just had to embrace it
And realise the choices I would make right here today
Would have consequences in the future
I was only born to win, I don’t relates to losers
Pardon my arrogance, I don’t mean to be rude
But I can’t have you eat around me, you ain’t bringing no food
You’re only here tryna consume
Can’t call yourself no man, if all you do is bring your spoon
N***a
Can’t call yourself a man if you just brought your spoon, n***a
I mean that’s the worst kinda n***a man
A n***a just hanging around waiting for a handout
Don’t bring s**t to the table but always tryna eat
Ain’t no hand outs on this side man
Only go getters
If you want s**t you got to go take it
Ain’t nothing given in life man
Ain’t nothing given
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