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The Food (feat. Kanye West)

I walked in the crib, got 2 kids

And my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)

So I had to did what I had to did

Cause I had to give (dough, dough, dough)

I'm up all night gettin' my money right

Until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)

Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)You love to hear the story, again and again

About these young brothers from the city of wind

Like juice and gin in the city we blend

Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims

Y'all know the spreewells

And trucks that's detailed,

Heartless females that want to ride in 'em

Felt the southside in them with raw hides and denim

Bent minds collide with them

A system that tries victims, we livin' in

My man in the fast lane pivotin'

On the block white is sellin' like m & m

On the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em

On the block is how you can feel it in your skin

Shorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin'

Odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him

Call my man cousin like I'm kin to him

He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' himI walked in the crib, got 2 kids

And my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)

So I had to did what I had to did

Cause I had to give (dough, dough, dough)

I'm up all night gettin' my money right

Until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)

Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms

Fullbacks and tims, blacks and rims

Whether on ball courts

Attires are ball shorts

We never fall short

With us it's all force like air ones

Some wave some air guns

The day of the fair ones it's over fo'

Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?

I go toe to toe

Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough

Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go

Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind

Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind

Shine the light up!

Clench my fists tight and holdin' it right up

Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter

Situations, the jaws get tighter

My man trying to get his way to higherI walked in the crib, got 2 kids

And my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)

So I had to did what I had to did

Cause I had to give (dough, dough, dough)

I'm up all night gettin' my money right

Until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)

Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)Yo, hey yo I, I know I could make it right

If I can just swallow my pride

But I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on me

I, no I can't let it ride

No no not tonight

No I can't run away or put my gun away

You can't front on me

Songwriters

EUGENE RECORD, STANLEY WAYNE MCKENNEY, LONNIE LYNN, KANYE WEST, SAM COOKEPublished by

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