Thought Food Video (MV)

Do it how it's supposed to be done
Write rhymes in the night time to summon the sun
My concern is where you're going, give a f*ck where you're from
Bars sharp like a razor blade's up under the tongue
Tuck snug behind the baby face
Thought food, these dudes baking plates
Here to save the game until it's singing us Amazing Grace
How sweet does this sound? Slow cooked til just right
Could use another beer or six, but all I need is one mic
Two faces, three strikes. Four balls, don't walk right
Twice the man as most are, shooting stars of all types
Bang bang, shot you down, dropped em with the proper sound
Poetry in motion, painting pictures that are Oscar bound
Never lost my crown, pawned it off to buy equipment
Refused to quit it, if you love it, then you're dying with it
And if you said it, then it's probable I might've missed it
Ya'll small, can't even see you when my eyes are squinted
A mile a minute sprinted when I'm penning sentences
Limitless, like my tolerance when sipping Guinnesses
This is it, if it's not, then we'll make a million more
Out here standing out, like what the f*ck you tryna fit in for?
Don't do that...

They put a lock on every door that's ever been invented
They said to knock, I said I'll kick it in, and really meant it
We took the mold and melted it to easily just bend it
Broke it off completely for the ones that thought they did, but didn't
I did it my way, and that's why I aint shit yet
Yes I know that money's fake, but I could use a big check
To buy myself a nice place, bigger than this wall's hole
Treat it like a dark maze for me to find my lost soul