SOUL FOOD IN MECCA

Yeah

It's a lot of low vibrations out there, man

Gotta raise these ****' spirits, man, lift 'em up

Come on, man, get up off the stoop, man

Let's get to this money

One more time

It's not fair when you're a man amongst boys

You're not really keen at understanding one's poise

My aura's too strong for you to try to avoid, your goofy pride I destroyed

The talking never mattered when you surviving in noise they utilize and deploy

They know exactly what just you and I would enjoy

The way you gain power's when you supplying the void

The way you stay in power keep you and I employed, that's suicide deployed

But back to the same old etiquette, gangster rhetoric

Thanks to derelict's hoods, where all the banks confederate

Living space to delegates, who you think's prepared?

The one who's scared, or the one who use prison shanks to settle shit?

It's clear it ain't what it seems

I screamed out, "Fuck the world," and then it came in a dream

You can't enable a fiend, I told my daughter, "Look

I stopped raising my gun when I started raising my queen"

Damn, and they might claim it's extreme

But if he's out for blood, leave his DNA on his jeans

And I will dump the corpse if I see a way and a means

So will they see his remains? Well, that remains to be seen, Duff

Yeah, we gon' do this one more time

Rest in peace to those who deserve them some more time

When your flesh is gone, your spirit just gon' climb

A winner is just a loser that tried one more time

One more, one more time, one more time

A winner is just a loser that tried one more time

Package almost finished, I think I got one more dime

Predicate felon, before they snatch him, do one more crime

Powder sniffers said he was finished, just one more line

I'm margarita sipping, no salt, just one more lime

Engineer looking tired, I told him, "Just one more rhyme"

Enough smack to make him OD, just one more palm, uh

I'm like Saddam Hussein with one more bomb, ****

Fucked her good, she said, "Run that back one more time," ****

God keep talking to me, send me one more sign

I just copped another truck, the NYPD trying to fine, ****

I'm raising queens too

Could never trust a smoker, seen how fiends move

I got it out the dirt but had on clean shoes

It was the first and I was thirst, I want my jeans new

Cadillac make Escalades and hearses, youngin's need school

Addition to division, calculated each move

Aggravated, they wait for accolades before you see food

Rather you starving

My youngin' told me he put on some drill, I'd rather some Marvin

Just sent the package to Charlotte

Spirits actually talking, that bed in jail was hard

I pray the casket is softer, it's coming back regardless

If you ask for the karma, G money, I brung crack to the genre

From pockets empty with no gas in that Honda, ****, I did it

Yeah, we gon' do this one more time

Rest in peace to those who deserve them some more time

When your flesh is gone, your spirit just gon' climb

A winner is just a loser that tried one more time

One more, one more time, one more time

A winner is just a loser that tried one more time

Package almost finished, I think I got one more dime

Predicate felon, before they snatch him, do one more crime

Yeah, we gon' do this one more time

Rest in peace to those who deserve them some more time

When your flesh is gone, your spirit just gon' climb

A winner is just a loser that tried one more time

One more, one more time, one more time

A winner is just a loser that tried one more time

Package almost finished, I think I got one more dime

Predicate felon, before they snatch him, do one more crime