Food For Thought

(so you know there's a lotta darkness out here

We watch it all time

I'm busy looking at the darkness sayin

"damn, that's some darkness over there", you know?

Whatever

And we have responsibility to focus on it, sayin, you know

"y'all be cool")

(mh-mh-mh)

Ah yeah

Check it out, y'all

A little food for thought

For those in the ghetto

Actin wild, livin foul

Cause y'all think it's in style

Know what I'm sayin?

Now every neighborhood has a nice child

But because of the things around em they change up they whole lifestyle

I knew a kid with a little cash

He had a little gear, yo, his status was middle class

But girls used to say he was so chopped

And brothers around the way wasn't tryin to give him no props

He was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth role

Brothers tried to diss him, he ain't sweat it, it was cool though

Confidence is what the child lacked

He was tryin to scoop this girl he was sweatin since a while back

He asked honey to go with him

Since he didn't have a name, that bitch ain't give him no rhythm

Matter of fact, she made him feel low

She said she needed a man that was out there makin real dough

So it was a lot that he had to prove

So money said 'f**k it' and changed up his whole attitude

(time to get it)

Yo, y'all better chill

(time to clock bills)

(yo, y'all better chill

(hey yo, I wanna get ill)

Yo, y'all better chill

(so what's the muthaf**kin deal? )

Yo, y'all better chill

Now he had to make quick figures

So he started sellin drugs, because honey wanted a rich nigga

He was livin foul and then some

He started killin niggas and buildin figures for his income

He had the fat rides he drove around in

He was clockin dough, knockin hoes, money was loungin

And waitin for a nigga to test him

You know, play him, try to slay him, or disrespect him

Let some brother tried to riff with him

He wouldn't hesitate to pull out and let off his whole clip in em

He was wettin niggas like firemen

Shit, he was packin more iron than vitamins

Now the brothers seein mad money

And guess who pops up on the scene, yo, it's the bad honey

Now she's on the block hawkin

Before no words, now he can't get that bitch to stop talkin

He told her to cut the shit

He laid her, played her, told the hoe to suck his dick

He said he was only out to get money

So step the f**k off, because paybacks is a bitch, honey

She only got what she deserved (word)

He kicked that stupid bitch to the curb

Cause man, he had his whole shit down

Cause the nigags who used to diss him was all on his dick now

Everything was how he imagined it

But word got out, and other dealers wasn't havin it

The hoe he dissed, snitched and told on him

So one day some fellas ran up and the rolled on him

Shot em up with blow-me-down

Cause if money wasn't catholic, he was holy now

He had it goin on and played the perfect role

But ask yourself a question: was it worth it though?