America always tryna stop a meal
Soul food good you don’t know how dat feels
You forced them in the kitchen they was whippin up dem meals u was whippin up in fields damn violence is your only skills
The rose that grew from the concrete jungle
I made it wit a mumble
It’s real hitters on bumble
V3 he always fumble that cookie always crumble
I made it off half information
I’m teasin (teasin)dis tree zan on home land (quick sand)a fisted glove ain’t no love in or the streets that I’m speaking of it’s the reaper love
Reaping without a soul
He icy hot
America always tryna stop a meal
Soul food good you don’t know how dat feels
You forced them in the kitchen they was whippin up dem meals u was whippin up in fields damn violence is your only skills
Damn