Feed Your Soul

Woah, woah, woah (Okay)

Young man, get your ass up off that floor, you's a king

Told you, you ain't sleeping middays anymore, get your things

Pull your pants up negro, stand up straight and roar, bust your dreams

Boy that shit not good for your soul

He say young man, get your ass up off that floor, you's a king

Told you, you ain't sleeping middays anymore, get your things

Pull your pants up negro, stand up straight and roar, bust your dreams

Boy that shit's not good for your soul

Look

As a young **** I was dumb ****

Ain't know what intelligence was ****

But in class I was putting up figures

So I always figured, I'm above ****

Too innocent to clutch triggers

Too ignorant to trust anyone that wasn't my brother

But one way or another I guess that I was bitter

Jealous of thugs and bangers and ignorant gangsters

I wanted to have the respect

Never did drugs, I couldn't just hang around under these traitors that I never met

Gets all my anger, I'm feeling displaced and rejected from the place I grew up and lived

I wanted paper, I wanted haters, I wanted the life that they said that they lived

I'm the **** that give all my time to the people that don't even care if I'm out

My circle is lethal, negros and bitches that kill you and hurt you for clout

I thought we was equal but evil deceitful people do not share an amount

Can't fuck with the negative ever again, I can't be in your area now

I can see through the cracks in the story, no need to be lyin' 'bout whether you down

I been on a mental sabbatical, dodging some calls from the ones I genuinely love

Been dodging the media radicals, turnin' off all of the phones just isn't enough

I'm on a brand new avenue, cannot be mad at you, I just be showin' you love

Young man, get your ass up off that floor, you's a king

Told you, you ain't sleeping middays anymore, get your things

Pull your pants up negro, stand up straight and roar, bust your dreams

Boy that shit not good for your soul

He say young man, get your ass up off that floor, you's a king

Told you, you ain't sleeping middays anymore, get your things

Pull your pants up negro, stand up straight and roar, bust your dreams

Boy that shit's not good for your soul