
Soul Food (Eastmix) Dave East
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[Verse 1]
Never had it go get the most
Whole outfit was baggy, can't tell if I had the toast
Just walking through the hood
No traveling when you broke
I'm on Madison sippin ghost
I bagged it up and I smoke nigga
Blue rags ignite the fire
Freddy & Jason out, they forgot about Michael Myers
No chasin, walk up on you I won't waste it
It's dinner time, I'm genuine so anxious
My b-more shorty was nervous like yo dangerous
In 01 almost eight racks for four aces
Aye one doe I love your mother like mine
Budda already know I loved your mother like mine
Seen a nigga shot in the face I was like nine
And anytime the dope was a nine it was aligned
Life changed we was servin in the south
Came back uptop
Copped my bitch the berkin with the pouch
Was bagging up off-white before Virgil put it out
Bad energy I don't need it I heard you, nigga bounce
[Hook]
Shots fly they get to steppin like It's Martin crib
Got your bitch on two 5th getting us all some fish
I text her, I ain't never ever call your chick
She text back like me and my nigga called it quits
I was in the back room when you came to get all your shit
You gave her all of your heart
I gave her all of this dick
They think shooter a handicap how he walk with the stick
I'm just talking my shit
My apartment was lit
Nas got me out of Six-E
Never had it go get the most
Whole outfit was baggy, can't tell if I had the toast
Just walking through the hood
No traveling when you broke
I'm on Madison sippin ghost
I bagged it up and I smoke nigga
Blue rags ignite the fire
Freddy & Jason out, they forgot about Michael Myers
No chasin, walk up on you I won't waste it
It's dinner time, I'm genuine so anxious
My b-more shorty was nervous like yo dangerous
In 01 almost eight racks for four aces
Aye one doe I love your mother like mine
Budda already know I loved your mother like mine
Seen a nigga shot in the face I was like nine
And anytime the dope was a nine it was aligned
Life changed we was servin in the south
Came back uptop
Copped my bitch the berkin with the pouch
Was bagging up off-white before Virgil put it out
Bad energy I don't need it I heard you, nigga bounce
[Hook]
Shots fly they get to steppin like It's Martin crib
Got your bitch on two 5th getting us all some fish
I text her, I ain't never ever call your chick
She text back like me and my nigga called it quits
I was in the back room when you came to get all your shit
You gave her all of your heart
I gave her all of this dick
They think shooter a handicap how he walk with the stick
I'm just talking my shit
My apartment was lit
Nas got me out of Six-E
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