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Soul Food
Sy Ari Da Kid feat. Trouble
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Yeah
Yeah-yeah
They givin' tours through the hood, show the homies around
Just don't leave before it's over like Antonio Brown
Don't wait 'til you hear I'm important, tryna throw me a pound
Huh, I decline it like the phone calls I didn't answer
I ain't your regular New York nigga that's in Atlanta
Uncle gettin' cancer, caught it fast
I been through so much pain, I want the good news before the bad
All in the past, we don't trip on no non-believers
Gotta peep, it gets deep like the dish on Chicago pizza
Oh, please sir, can I have some more?
Mind twister like Oliver, I been back and forth
Had to spike the drugs down, heard the cops comin'
Dak Prescott on the fourth down with the clock runnin'
It's game over
And Black people with all their fake cousins, we not cousins
Please don't call me bro, nigga, we not brothers, tired of it
The other day I saw my brother say the devil's workin'
Imagine a nigga that never complains says he's hurtin'
We gotta check on our strong people as well
When in Heaven on Earth, all we saw was evil and Hell
They all deceived us and failed, they toss and leave us in jail
And still we take chances
Shout to all my hustlers all competin' for sales, let's prevail (yeah)
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
You feel it in your soul, nigga?
Feel like everything we been through
Got all of these young niggas feelin' like they old niggas
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga? (Yeah)
I said if Kanye gotta ask for permission to see his daughter
On her birthday, why they don't want her to see her father?
I wonder, four billion dollars, he made history
But 'til he can see his kids when he want, he ain't rich to me
Literally, the streets wanna own you, don't it? Huh
This beat smell like soul food, don't it?
I'm talkin' candied yams with the marshmallows
And we still had a family plan in this dark ghetto
As a young nigga wildin', becomin' a man
We ain't know the ice cream man had drugs in his van
The plot thickens
We all tryna make it out the hood, so we not different
Some hustle, some sit up on the block chillin'
We all had a choice, you wonder why you not winnin'
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Knowing everything we've been through
Got all of these young niggas feelin' like they old niggas
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga? (Gotta feel it)
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga? (Yeah)
Heard how he say spike the drugs down (yeah), well, I spiked 'em up
Ran paper to millions, chillin', tell me why my life sucks
Starbucks without the coffee, wakin' up with Henn' I sin
Take a shot, get to prayin', homies do not off me
Ain't tryna die by you (die by you), when I stayed true
But what did you do? Turned your back on me
Love and loyalty just like a track, homie, play that shit back
Back to back on end that shit, but knowin' that shit isn't facts
Wack, you ain't one hundred (you ain't one hundred)
I never side with a snitch for shit, no money (no money)
Feelin' the feelin' why three thousand turned down the show money
Fuck the hoes come at my soul runnin'
Long live Dolph, shit soundin' off
When a real one's still supposed to be here with his kids, a boss
I'ma laugh a lil' but cry a lot 'cause a nigga's throwin' cross
Every loss ain't a loss
Watch them ones who only there when it's somethin' to offer
Niggas just be talkin'
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Feel like everything we been through
Got all of these young niggas feelin' like they old niggas
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Can you feel it in your soul, nigga?
Damn
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