Soul food

I got the ones that I keep close Had to tell my Momma I won't Steep low Look how low I steep though Get 'em when they reload Hear no, see no, speak no evil Who said that we equal Who said that we-- Boy I set it off like Bin laden (set it off like bin laden) Chris Paul all these bitches I been passing Damaging my pimp status Sacrifice my skin for my kin status See this rap shit boy I'm ill at it F*ck how you feel bout it (f*ck how you feel bout it) Yeah they seen me on my trill and they still doubted Say we worth a lil fraction Unpacked baggage on my wheel wagon Real ratchet shit (real ratchet) Father lord forgive me Father lord forgive me All the shit that we dun had to do to get this Swiss cheese Even made excuses just to get the shit we didn't need Really in a place where if ya chase ya dreams it's risky Tell me that you'll miss me Tell me that you'll miss me Pitching to these label execs we in the big leagues Asking how much music in the vault I told em six deep but I'm more than six deep Holla if you get me "Ay femi ye about to win bro" I already been known Hate the way she always leaving makeup on my pillow So I got that SZA playin while we fogging up my windows And the stress got me sittin low puffin on that citgo That's how this shit go That's how this shit- Me and the team, Me and the team we forever cold My Unc'll pack ya ashes in an envelope I promise he'll let it go I promise he'll let it go BLAH I know that he'll do it for me I know that he'll do it for me Know that he'll BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH I know that he'll do it for me Know that he'll do it for me I know that he'll do it Yeah he got my back, I got his back, so when it's coming down to family ooh I promise it ain't nothing really to it I'll keep it g, we rollin deep, but If you spin me then I'm a ballerina It don't matter how you view it Don't, don't, don't make me get up out this Buick Of course I gotchu you my nigga don't be stupid Of course I gotchu you my nigga don't be stupid