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Lloyd Banks

Soul Food (Freestyle)

 

Soul Food (Freestyle)


You should know that I come through in the clutch
Ain't been no choke in him
The struggle, either worry or pray, don't do both of them
They'll question what you got in store then pop up at your opening
Fingers broke on jumpers for trying to climb on the boat again
Still here my haters label me loser, feel like I'm 'posed to win
If I don't get it first time, scrap it, ain't no revocaling
I always been somewhere in the picture, you wasn't focusing
Questioning my spot, you alone or somebody coaching 'em
Clip your circle from start 'cause the other half is bluffing
Bet they turn your back on your homie you need to ask for something
Don't need 'navi vision to see the traffic coming
Negativity is contagious, hope I don't catch it from 'em
Good at many things but mastered nothing
I told my maker I'ma make it in our last discussion
Was given all that I needed how can I ask for something
Dipping and diving out of corruption
I did everything I could plus extra, figured they can't complain
They see you as a friend or the F is for financial gain
Don't matter how sun shining, always a chance for rain
Figured you would keep a open door then the cancer came
Sticky for sleep, Rosé champs for pain
We're all called by the evils, don't do the dance of shame
Check the masterpiece I'm making in my custom apron
Life is too short to be out here faking
Grownups held the panic in so we ain't recognize the pressure of the obstacles that come 'cause ain't no settling for less
You got to get up off your ass, creative energy's forever
Weather any storm that comes to keep the chemistry together
Used to dream about how I make you remember me forever
Then I made it.. something to play, nothing to play with
Nigga tell me "Shit don't look and sound the same
How I'ma notice you?
Yeah, everything got a lane but there ain't no quotables
I think its time to switch up a little, production overuse"
Fuck is going on, niggas fussing over views
Envy from the flunkies 'cause its fluctuating
Tired of suffering, poverty keeps you suffocating
I'll be damned if I fall it's too many busters waiting
You don't want to see me thrive in here too much, you hating
To me it's clear I got to find out who the fuck's debating
Trying to merge these dollars in the hustlers nation
Inspired by figments in my imagination
You slept on me, you played yourself, congratulations
Me and my alter ego the perfect collaboration
Should've gave my family more moments, I just had to waste 'em
Life's a bitch and you die, why we paraphrasin'?
Schh.. Listen! niggas be out here rattle snaking
They chasing followers followed by aggravation
Signing the fuck out, standing ovation

done

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