Sole Food (feat. Keeno G) Video (MV)

That's right, that's right
I missed her, like I missed church
So before I skeet skirt, Imma hit first
Finna leave knee deep, I need a big swerve
Soon as I come up on, Swear I'm coming over
But I can't guarantee I'm coming sober
Na, I can't guarantee I'm coming sober
Imma pull up tho, let me serve these custo's
Roll a blunt of this Runtz smoke
I ain't fell off, I was right on the cusp tho
Stack it up like bullshit, tryna ball like Michael
Have you in the pulpits, talking bout how Imma wife you
I really need to stop, no Im not your type of guy
If I could be, shit prolly still wouldn't try to
I gotta grind, all I kno is grind
All my life I had to, so I feel like I got to
And baby it not you, you're merely perfect
But numbers is infinite, and we only intimate
And excuse me don't get me wrong, girl you know how I'm into that
The way you sit it on a nigga head, like a fitted cap
Or the way you throw it back at me, like I told you to gimme that
I know how to make good music, Im not really into rap
She busting nuts everywhere, She'll leave a nigga scratched
I wanna go Platinum, so I can f*ck on a pretty plaque

But if not I'll be back, I'll need a bag
If you don't understand , I understand
Keep Your 2 cents, or invest a hundred bands
Cause Imma run these streets, until I run the land
Imma run these streets, until I run the land
Yea, Imma run these streets, until I
Aye Imma run these streets, until I run the land
Imma run these streets, until I run the land

Hol' up, let me burn this weed
I been stressing all week
Pretty red bone, prolly spent a grip on her feet
See, its all about the Cream
Lot of Hundred dollar bills, and them pink fifty creases
Swimming with these sharks, flying with these eagles
Sleeping with my angels, fighting with my demons
Pushin 37's, nigga got it out the cement
Love the way that ass fill up them leather seats, decent
My niggas run the streets, Im tryna find a way to lead em
You preaching to the streets, Im tryna find a way to teach em
Let me take em back, to that black two-seater
Two twelves in the back, kicking back wit the beat up
Was fumbling my sack, til I finally got the re-up
Sac-religious nigga, I was realer than the preacher
Lace wit all this game, Im just tryna reach the people
First and lat chapter, like Im coming with a sequel
Look
On a paper chase, Tryna fill the safe
Speaking to they soul, head bobbing to my cadence
When you dealing with the karma, you appreciate the grace
When I give her back shots, she appreciate pain
If I wasn't in the field, I'd be sharpening up my game
If you go against the grain, then I make you Author Plank
No f*ckin up my energy, I burn it wit this sage
Then break a cigarillo down, and stuff it wit my pain

Once that shit turn into ash, I'll be back again
Cause Imma need a bag, again
Already did 'Lac, I need a Jag ya dig?
Cause Imma run these f*cking streets, til I'm the man my nigga
Imma run these streets, til I'm the man my nigga
Imma run these street, until Im the
And Imma run these streets, til I run the land, my nigga
Imma run these streets, until I
Imma run these streets, until I