Lunch Money Gang - Soul Food lyrics

[Intro] America what a nation They say a life's born when one is taken I wonder who's going to be my young replacement? I'm sure God already got some arrangement Well God bless they little soul As I live like I'm young when I'm getting old Just make sure the story of a n***a told How life brought depression I didn't fold [Verse 1: Fonzie] Sup ho? I'm alive right A new day just happy to see the sky's light In hindsight I might just be behind like A few years who cares as long as my mind bright My mom fight daily for my littler sister They both moved away on me and I still miss you Only thing I got left is this little picture Yea it hurts but your voice makes it heal quicker Real n***a with bills, drama and all that Small chattin' don't call back that brah whack See y'all act like y'all afraid of hard facts Get off that my n***a, that's all my heart rap Trying to be a real n***a, what happened pal? Didn't work right? Because it comes natural Backwards how guys want to match a style I'm laughing wow, [?] you cashing out Guessing you riding with that Nina too Rap a bunch of other things we never seen you do You dream it do cause you say it don't mean it true Look at all this bullsh**, I'ma need a cleaning crew Could somebody bring them through? Cause this ain't really sanitary We need a fresh start like the first of January Damn it's scary every other day we got a man to bury [Hook] Uh, breathe easy and keep your head up even when life doing you greasy Like a Jerry Curl, you gotta let the whole world know you very thorough f** the politicians, rely on sh** like your common senses They try to budge us but I ain't pivoting I ain't slipping This science fiction, a Myans image of why it's ended It's inconclusive as we pursue to a higher living [Verse 2: Ralphy] Real n***as recognize real n***as I got a lot of still pictures of fallen soldiers Let them know we still miss you Pour out some liquor for all the women that's sick of Just raising their little kids up with no relationship with their baby father Yea, I know it's crazy harder, you oughta be honour like Jimmy Carter As far as we concerned, food for thought I'm chef or eat the words Trying to make a deep dish without letting the pizza burn Did you lose me? Who he? At school I was the only black rugrat like Susie I'm groovy, "insane in the membrane" is what they saying to me You know not doing no normal n***a sh** so salute me Or shoot me Uh, whatever you wanna do Ironically what you do is irrelevant to my crew Examine the word soul or I bet you'll fail Cause if you don't find you, you S-O-L n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Kenny Wiz] Rapping in my bedroom this the life of a rebel Roll up the LO rock star heavy metal We all work, dedication, determination Everybody rap but they don't really know the basics A whole lot of character but I'm tight with the spaces My rhyme is legendary they put it in quotations I'm living life day by day Getting money all in all that's AIA Pretty soon all the girls will sway my way But if they not a… nevermind I'ma keep rhyming until I think of a better line There's a whole lot of rap dudes I'm the better kind Right jab then we hook them We be all about the Benjamins like book ‘em, and Reggie I'm ready for whatever's in my future I could never be a loser Cause my recipe is super [Hook]