Food for Thought - Acapella

I always kept it real with people that was fake with me

You say it's food for thought, I brought this whole damn plate with me

I been thinkin' 'bout that s- you said

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I need your help

'Cause I fell out of touch with real life

I fell in love with other - just to see what that shit feel like

Intoxicated, I'm on, gets me so gone

That's when I wake up sober, somethin' tellin' me, "Go home"

Feel like that means somethin'

Even if it don't, I just don't want you to cut me off

And make it look like I be buggin'

But who the fuck am I to give demands? Yeah

Respectfully, all the power is in your hands, yeah

Insecurities cover my heart, look (ha)

And different bitches just be on my thoughts, yeah

Fell in love with the lifestyle mic' brought, look

"Half On a Baby" was your favorite song, ah, yeah

But I just had to fuck it up, no, it's not your fault at all

Baby, you woulda done enough

I guess I never had love, steady tryna touch my luck

Steady pourin' out my feelings and just sittin' in this cup that you fill

You was a homie

I didn't love you, but I didn't hate you

Goin' state to state, was only 18 when I first got my cake up

I thought about savin' these - before my own damn savings

Now I gotta keep at least, one, 38 bezel on my wrist (woo)

Two .38s on my hip

Three, I know this ain't imported

But if I pop this trunk, it's 'bout 223s like James and Jordan

Ah, I just needed ventilation

Come fetch air with this private jet, we can go to any location

Took the same pill that I took, no, we can't feel our faces

Numb to the pain, can't feel my face, but it's okay, I feel you

Just say you're ready (woo), tone like khaki

I wanna see how far down you really gon' really make it

And I cannot be makin' promises, my mind be changin'

I wanna knock all on your walls and see like I'm your neighbour

They throwin' shots, ain't got no aim, they never even grazed us

Lots of foreign cars even if it's reindeer

Hoodie by Rudolph, white shoes

My hoodie by Rudolph, white shoes, I step, ayy

I don't plan on losin' my cool

Hopped in my coupe in my roof, said, "Bye"

I told my goons to come through, they gon' do what they do

They don't shoot at no damn sky

Tequila on 40 deuce

On 40 deuce in New York, I'm that damn guy

All of my cars, they go vroom

So much guap on my opps when I turn to my allies

I always kept it real with people that was being fake with me

These VVs hittin' like a glass of lemonade, baby

I be that ni- with the juice, you say

Maybe you're wrong, maybe I need your help

'Cause I feel out of touch with real life

You could buy everythin' except love

You gotta walk in my shoes to know what that sh- feel like

And then I wake up sober, look, huh