Songtext Food Conway The Machine

Food

Uh-huh
Huh

My higher self get even higher when I put to fire
A blunt that hit high than my prior, then twisted my mind up
But we don't let that shit define us, nor do this design us
We taste the paper, chase the power, the strength of vagina
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, my life is gorgeous
Travelled the world from poor tourist to see it flourish
Ghetto in debt it (Uh)
'Cause they ain't let us have this aesthetic, now don't forget it (Uh)
W? do what hell or heaven thr?at, and they feel the pressure
Hungry as ever, I want it more than I did
I am more than I was, gon' be more than I is
The drum snare and the kick may come bare in a stick
Get done, carried and did, become, there with the dig
When they ask about my life, say it was glorious
You black, you playin' victim, so they still gon' make the story up
My boy, he only twenty, pick the thirty and the forty up
They tryna give him seventy and he don't even give a fuck (Yo, yo, check)

I'm eatin' like it's open concessions, coldest aesthetics (Uh-huh)
Poppin' out with green and gold on me, like open athletics (That's facts)
I wrote this spoken note, been infection
And expose the jokes who won't be named, like (Nah)
Origami cranes, I folded deception (Let's go)
Revolver, [?], got six shots, I just done holstered the weapon (Boom, boom)
I'm rappin' like I'm off the pressure, but don't smoke in no sessions (Know that)
Your shorty nice, five-thousand likes, without no photo corrections (Uh-huh)
She heard the flows I kick at shows
And now she comin' out her wardrobe and exposin' the breasts (Haha)
I'm sippin' growth when I'm pennin'
But as a teen, I was the type to pull the post, just like the votes and elections (Crazy)
They wanna know, with no tension, it's bull dough on my sevens
I got the rock and didn't pass, I drove to [?] (Talk that talk)
I logged in Twitter, now they droppin' all my quotes in my mentions (Uh-huh)
With the lyrics, I'm drawin' pictures, like hieroglyphics
And listen, without conviction, it's start the gold in my message (That's crazy)
Unless Earth has started floatin' dimensions, it's the seven

Niggas is food, nigga, get out my way
Hear to chop your hand off, you're on my plate
Ain't no more knives in my hand, this chopper's on demand
You food, nigga, get out my way
Niggas is food, nigga, get out my way
Hear to chop your hand off, you're on my plate
Ain't no more knives in my hand, this chopper's on demand
You food, nigga, get out my way (Yeah)

I eat the pussy, I'm just quenchin' my thirst (Haha)
I finished this verse while fallin' from the sky and visitin' Earth ('Kay)
The nigga with work, just look at the numbers I did on the first (Uh-huh)
It didn't occur that one day I would be the illest on Earth (The illest)
You finna get murked, nothin' on my face resemble a smurk
I know them men in the trenches
That spinnin' and they do the militant work (Brr)
Woo, I got hit in my melanin, it didn't hurt (Huh)
The nigga who did it, well, they done put him in the dirt (Ha)
Sheesh, yeah, killin' the winner I had on, I send 'em and Ferg (Woo)
The sinner man's Timbalands, my night, Eminem, work
Before I ever got that Eminem verse (Ha)
My bitch keep her F.N. in the purse (Talk to 'em)
Niggas can't violate us, we killin' 'em first
Drum (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

So I guess niggas wanna play now, they try and hate now
They have a handout on their way down (What?)
You dealin' with some street niggas from Eastside that don't play 'round (We don't play 'round)
The nose on that bulldog more like a greyhound (Sheesh)
Don't ever mention you niggas names, shit probably taste foul (Nah)
They know who the biggest, I'm the great, great owl (Ah)
Ran up ten bands in less than two months, but I can't say how (Can't say how)
Just know the money wasn't the only thing green I had to break down (Woo)
She seen a cake pile, it made her say "Wow" (Made her say "Wow")
I told her "Strip and lay down" (Lay down, baby)
She moved her leg crooked, than James Brown (Woo)
I'm from Baltimore, it ain't a safe town
No matter where you go, you hear them same sounds (Brr, brr)
Might get a straight round from that [?] pound (Boom, boom)
I should be at the pool pit, but I'm outside on bullshit
Never been to Mexico, but I can show you were wool is (Woo)
Right where that door is (Ah)
Seen five figures as a lil' kid, but never made the Forbes list (Nah)
Keep a pistol on the side, like corned bread (Brr, brr), Drum, bitch