Food Stamps - Pardison Fontaine

I said ain’t no more upcoming shit I had to jump in line

Niggas could’ve been held me up they did otherwise

Don’t know what its like where I’m from let me summarize

Niggas got shot bitches got fucked it was summertime

St. Luke’s shit

Ain’t no Ruth Chris it’s Crown Fried

Up ten but I still press a nigga like I’m down nine

Everybody round me gotta work can’t no clowns ride

When you out here tryna come up ain’t no down time

Ima young king girl address me as such

Call me ya highness or ya majesty and sexy as fuck

She said you gotta lil change now you changing up

I said nah girl I was the same and had nearly as much

(Hook)

I’m tryna make it out the hood nigga who can’t prevail?

I do features for the low I got food stamps for sale

And my girl won’t leave me alone bout these «Loubs» and Chanel

And every time I drop its the new jam for real

If you my dawg then you part of the fam you understand

Don’t hit my phone if you ain’t call me back then you understand

Fuck talking lets do it like man you understand

I hit it once and I can do it again you understand

Seen my homegirl from college we don’t speak like we used to

She was like 4'11 that was my little boo boo

You can hit it doggy style look like a pit on a poodle

We’d fuck fall asleep wake up eat ramen noodles

All of my niggas is cuckoo I mean they all gotta screw loose

And they all draw weapons I mean they all like to doodle

Couple rappers hating on me but all of em doo doo

And I’m the realest nigga ever nigga I’m Shaka Zulu

Goddamn babygirl I ain’t talked to you in so long

Almost ain’t recognize ya ass with ya clothes on

She said now you Hollywood you don’t answer no phones

She said now you big time I said get ya roll on

That’s one thing about me you know I hold shit down

Seeing me fucked up’s like seeing a goldfish drown

Get ya crew wet up get ya ho dicked down

Bitches throw pussy at me like I know Chris Brown

Stop telling bitches that you know me please

Stop telling niggas that we homies please

Cause I was in the hooptie by my lonely please

If you ain’t cool with 40 you don’t know me

(Hook)

I’m tryna make it out the hood nigga who can’t prevail?

I do features for the low I got food stamps for sale

And my girl won’t leave me alone bout these «Loubs» and Chanel

And every time I drop a song it’s the new jam for real

If you my dawg then you part of the fam you understand

Don’t hit my phone if you ain’t call me back then you understand

Fuck talking lets do it like man you understand

I hit it once and I can do it again you understand

I’m the hot boy the hot boy on fire

I done turned nothing into something like McGyver

A lot of niggas tried us and felt like dyers

The party’s gonna be poppin if papa’s on the flyer

Shorty with the bubble getting me in trouble

She walked up to me said papa boy I love you

She said are you single?

I said nah bitch I’m double

She said you a clown I said I just like to juggle

I’m just tryna rap now I ain’t tryna sell

I keep it a buck like a hundred dollar bill

I was drinking Hennesey now I’m drunk behind the wheel

Will a nigga ever change?

I guess only time will tell

(Hook)

I’m tryna make it out the hood nigga who can’t prevail?

I do features for the low I got food stamps for sale

And my girl won’t leave me alone bout these «Loubs» and Chanel

Every time I drop a song its the new jam for real

If you my dawg then you part of the fam you understand

Don’t hit my phone if you ain’t call me back then you understand

Fuck talking let’s do it like man you understand

I hit it once then I can do it again you understand