Soul Food

[Intro] One take, fuck you [Verse 1] I came up an outcast like Big Boi and Dre Always thought my different ways'd helped me get royal pay I've been a broke motherfucker since my first living day Cause and effect I got hustler burned in my DNA Obstacle one blew some years chasing that TNA Till I realized a bitch couldn't give me a life Nice ass but it ain't gon get my moms out the hood I need to use my brain instead of getting hers all night It's all nice, shit it's alright don't get me wrong But the skins ain't never helped me write these songs My nigga fuck them, you got to fuck them But not for nothing, do you love them? Shit they don't love me, they always shrug me Call me scrub, bug, all the above, ugly Same dumb bitch on my nuts when she saw me with another And once you get that money she get crazy as a mother The only one I trust is my mother That's real shit No disrespect to the queens But where the fuck do y'all be hiding while these hoes runnin schemes She said she known me for a while and she been waiting on a ring Wait, first off, you ain't getting a ring out of me I think it's your job to kneel down on both knees And maybe hopefully I'll buy you one thing From the dollar fucking menu at Mc'D's If you say please I know that's harsh No really, that's fucked up But if I was sucker, if I really would've cuffed her If I would've gotten her that twenty piece nugget with honey mustard like she wanted The minute I took her home she'd be running To some dread head nigga who drives a Chrysler 300 And he might just be blunted And I might just say fuck it and pull off at 300 Go straight home and break down that last weed nugget Then ignite this ho's thong Then I write this whole song And at the end of it I'm talking bout how life just goes on