Soul Food

I f*ck pretty bitches Cuz I'm a pretty Nigga A Saint that turned sinner Sinning got me feeling different All my thoughts feel schizophrenic Hung from heaven as an infant Know my birth was too prolific Built behind these bars are scriptures God my only witness But that nigga skipped the hearing Faced the judge as he read off all the offenses Praying for a stet case With a judge who hates my pigment All my wrongs I did my self Niggas need repentance Orange soda For the soul Why my pain so memorable Loxitane kills all the sound I can barely hear y'all now Solo dolo leave me lone Try to test me Go piss off Niggas crazy Y'all should know I give a f*ck what y'all be on I'm on to something Hear me talk Let the chips stay where they fall I'm balling harder than LeBron Tnt ain't quite enough I'm tryna tell y'all I'm the bomb I'm reaching heights above the sky While crawling straight up out the mud Me and the lord we need to talk I f*ck pretty bitches Cuz I'm a pretty Nigga A Saint that turned sinner Sinning got me feeling different All my thoughts feel schizophrenic Hung from heaven as an infant Know my birth was too prolific Built behind these bars are scriptures Got a grip on your perspective Could change life if you wanted But y'all shall remain ignant This is as God intended I just move upon his wishes I'm coming to my senses Niggas don't need no prescription I am conscious The inner dialogues of a lost nigga Who really believes that he is owed figures The fog in his mind is growing much thicker This just the inner dialogues of a lost nigga. I f*ck pretty bitches Cuz I'm a pretty nigga A Saint that turned sinner Sinning got me feeling different All my thoughts feel schizophrenic Hung from heaven as an infant Know my birth was too prolific Built behind these bars are scriptures (Ha ha) I'm a pretty nigga A Saint that turned sinner Sinning got me feeling different All my thoughts feel schizophrenic Hung from heaven as an infant Know my birth was too prolific Built behind these bars are scriptures