Soul Food

My old boy from the Point, but I'm from Southwest

And every now and then I get put to the test

But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true

Ain't got no gun, but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak

I got a plate of soul food, chicken, rice, and gravy

Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch

Tropical, every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put the hot grits on my chest in the morning

When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boiling

Didn't know why, but it felt so good

Like some waffles in the morning, headed back to the woods

Now I'm full as tick, got some soul on blast in the cassette

Food for my brain, I haven't stopped learning yet

Hot wings from Mo-Joes, got my forehead sweating

Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still

Tied face goons surround me like cancer

Drill me with second-hand obstacles

But, only to make matters worse

Plus, I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie

From Optima staffing, **** laughing

Shut up clown, don't talk to me like that

Looking stupid of course, living day by day

And you ain't hard trick? Hell you say?

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sunrise

I'm ready to begin

Another chance to get further away from where I've been

But I'll never forget

Everything I went through, I appreciate the shit

Because if I had of went and took the easy way

Wouldn't be the strong **** that I am today

Everything that I did, different things I was told

Just ended up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Good old-fashioned soul food, all right

Everythang is for free

As good as it can be

Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning, where you eating at?

I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive

Old Bird working the stove right?

Church's dropping chicken in yesterday's grease

Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's

Last night, hanging over from a good time

Yeah, beef is cheaper

But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread

Shawty look good with them hairy legs

Wish I could cut her up, but my stomach come before sex

A house full of hoes

Now what's the ingredient? Spaghetti, plus her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the yard

Fuck Chris Darden! Fuck Marsha Clark!

Taking us, when we're in the spotlight, for a joke

Changing by the day, I see it's getting bigger in my square

Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare

No money to go inside

Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping and skipping rope

To the beats from my Jeep

As I speak, "Whats up," from the driver's seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken

Macaroni and cheese, and collard greens, too big for my jeans

Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot

Ain't never had a lot, but thankful for the little that I got

Why not be? Fast food got me feeling sick

Them crackers think they slick

By tryin' to make this bullshit affordable

I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable for soul food

Come and get your soul food, well well

Hold up C, it's what I write

And Miss Lady, acting like we in jail

Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell

Bankhead Seafood making me hit that door with a mind full of attitude

It was a line at the Beautiful

JJ's Ribshack was packed too

Looking to be one of them days when Mama ain't cooking

Everybody's out hunting with the family

Looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Good old-fashioned soul food, all right

Everythang is for free

As good as it can be

Come and get some soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Good old-fashioned soul food, all right

Everythang is for free

As good as it can be...