Food for Thought

[Intro] I was singing my song for nobody [Verse 1: Kevin Adams] I'm like a Rolling Stone rolling stone And I'm the shit playa, but don't flush your commode And I hope you smell me, but this Polo cologne Slamming (?) like I got an attitude or something wrong It's like I'm switching cars the way I them holding on the Every word I spit like I got a lisp and it is hella strong Kicks like (?) play this off a house party And you niggas look gay, like Jesse McCartney It to be real it wouldn't be logic to fuck with me Cause we on some Adele shit, we be rolling deep Your girl get mad when I pass and I don't even speak Prolly cause I got all up inside and was behind her teeth I need a piece of at least if I can get the whole cake Cause I be going all in like a young Drake Yeah, you probably didn't get that like money Yeah, you probably didn't get that Imma keep it real cause some liars don't do that And Imma blow cause I've seen a fucking fire do that And Imma take a trick magicians be like how he do that? And I be killing beats rappers be like why he do that? Bitches say I'm clean and I don't even try to dress I could fuck her though but I ain't even tryna sex I got her number man and I ain't even tryna text I strong armed dude and I ain't gotta flex I spit profound shit that I could never lose And I was better than half these dudes back in middle school And I remember days like this Tapping out the whole world with a pen in my wrist Freestyling in class I bet the teacher was pissed I probably should've paid more attention, yeah i'm slick But bitch I probably won't be like this no more I thunk outside the box and they won't let me back in that ho Damn.. [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] Yeah Lounging with my feet up Them lame motherfuckers drop their faces when they see us We could play pretend them niggas still couldn't be us Back in Chattanooga still couldn't Tennessee us It's conflict when I'm writing these rhymes Tryna fit my whole life up in thirty two lines but I keep it real that's how it happened The government gonna do me in like Fred Hampton, a black panther Let's keep it real from the Hamptons A penny saving, minimum wage is some shit, plantation Slaves to the modern day, swimming Frank Ocean Guns waving guns blazing filling in the holster All I need is some cake like a fuckin' Hostess At a table can't eat, grab a fuckin' hostess Put my back against the wall like a fuckin' poster Put my money on the table like a fuckin' coaster Who's better? You's better? That's fuckin' bogus I got your bitch up in my sheets like a fuckin' toga Positions in some shit, sexual yoga Master of that pussy, sexual Yoda Jedi mind tricks watch that nine dip That's food for thoughts, 9 clips [Verse 3: Amazn] Yeah All I need in this life is a bitch and a blunt Good head and cooked food is all a nigga want I don't trust too many niggas so my circle small Never let 'em hear my feelings only pussy involved I know it's kinda cold but the fuck is you to judge me The last time I fell in love man I damn near lost me So I spit my feelings in these raps to get my feelings back Cause lately I been feeling lost stranded like I need map Tired of the bullshit so I need a nap I'm for hungry for this music shit so I'm eating tracks Flow hotter than anniversary candle wax I'm feeling sorry for the competition cause they lack Originality, imagine they shittin style I'm looking like a vet and you been at this for awhile 21 years old, nigga no pressure I cop your bitch with ease dog, I'm talking no effort Don't be mad at me, bruh, cause she chose greatness It was long overdue cause you kept her waiting She fell in love with my poetic flow and way with words All this time you playing daddy but the kid ain't even yours