The Food - Common

Yeah!

It’s been a long time comin'

You know what they say Kanye

Slow motion better than no motion

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)

I’m up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!)

Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)

You love to hear the story, again and again

About these young brothers, from the City of Wind

Like juice and gin, in the city we blend

Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims

Y’all know the Sprewells and trucks that’s detailed

Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em

Felt the Southside venom in raw hides and denim

Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims

We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin'

On the block white is selling like Eminem

On the block it jump off like Kim and 'em

On the block it’s hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then

Shorties get the game but no instructions to assemblin'

Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dim in 'em

Call my man Cuzo, like I’m kin to him

He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)

I’m up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!)

Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)

It’s all good in the hood, like rats in gyms

Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims

Whether on ball courts or tires of all sorts

We never fall short, with us it’s all Force like Air 1's

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for

Cats is colder than four below, with self I go toe to toe

Wondering if it’s for the art or for the dough

Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go

Though I know the dough I got to bring back to the ghetto

Arrows on tarot cards pointin' to the grind

Po' livin' in more prisons, pointin' to my mind, shine the light up

Clench my fists tight, holdin' the right up

Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter

Situations, and jaws get tighter

My man trying to get his weight and height up, c’mon!

I walked in the crib, got two kids

And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)

So I had to did, what I had to did

'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)

I’m up all night, getting my money right

Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!)

Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know

Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)

I, I know I could make it right

If I could just swallow my pride

But I can’t run away or put my gun away

You can’t front on me

I, no I can’t let it ride

No, no, not tonight

See I can’t run away or put my gun away

You can’t front on me

Yeah, I break bread with thieves and pastors, OGs and masters

Emcees and actors that seize and capture

Moments like the camcorder

You ain’t killin' it, yo that’s manslaughter

Though paper can’t change a man’s aura

It can feed a man’s daughter

I stand for the blue collar, on the side makin' a few dollars

Like Sam Jack they maneuver through drama like

I, I know I could make it right

If I could just swallow my pride

But I can’t run away or put my gun away

You can’t front on me

I, no I can’t let it ride

No, no, not tonight

See I can’t run away or put my gun away

You can’t front on me

I, I know I could make it right

If I could just swallow my pride

But I can’t run away or put my gun away

You can’t front on me

I, no I can’t let it ride

No, no, not tonight

See I can’t run away or put my gun away

You can’t front on me