Food For Thought IKON (Producer) (Ft. Anthony Pavel, Malcolm London, Noname & Saba)

[Verse 1: Saba]
Uh, I got the world on my shoulder like ponchos
From where niggas get killed over concord Jordans
I put a hand up like Alonzo Mourning
Just give them food for thought and all of my shit is gourmet
Till you compost, then you can't post, I'm at Santos
This the roster, superstar, done parted all the damn toes
I had to step on to play a song
Seed in the dirt
I gave 'em water being that it's thirst
This the fountain of youth
I am too good, like I'm in a coupe I'ma do it
I'ma do it, uh
Yeah, hungry without a pot to eat
That's why my verses hard, y'all can't raise y'all velocity
The haves and the have-nots, no apostrophe
I go hard whether in the yard or a colosse'
And Applejacks at 7 a.m., guess the stove don't work
The iron cold, it's on my shirt
I'm wrinkled as an old lady (Old lady)
And speaking of old ladies, guess who's runnin' late for work?
Fuck it

[Chorus: Anthony Pavel]
They not sure that you're livin' (Sure that you're livin')
You can breathe if you're short-winded (Short-winded)
They counted you out, but you're still in it (But you're still in it)
This is your time, be sure to go (Be sure to go)
They not sure that you're livin' (Sure that you're livin')
If you 'bout it then go and get it
'Cause in my mind it's not too far away
This is your time, be sure to go (Be sure to go)