Food for Thought (Acappella) - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

We set the table and the silverware And all you've got is a hundred-yard stare So look back to me and finish your food With an appetite and some gratitude We set the table and the silverware And gave you those clothes that you don't wanna wear But as long as you plan to stay alive You gotta honor your parents, that's number five Give me all your children And I'll show them how to congregate All we need are mouths to feed So pass around a dinner plate Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate? So now that you're taller, and now that you're grown You can build a table all on your own And with whomever you decide to be Make sure she makes you up a family We set you up a resting place And your giant block of marble awaits And we broke you open an ATM But don't get greedy, that's number ten Give me all your children And I'll show them how to congregate All we need are mouths to feed So pass around a dinner plate Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate? So now that you're taller, now that you're grown You can build a table all on your own And with whomever you decide to be Make sure she makes you up a family We set you up a resting place And your giant block of marble awaits And we broke you open an ATM But don't get greedy, that's number ten Give me all your children And I'll show them how to congregate All we need are mouths to feed So pass around a dinner plate Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate? Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate?

Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head Politician's argue, sharpening their knives Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on its way Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay Jesus son of Mary is born again today Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west

(So you know there's a lotta darkness out here We watch it all time I'm busy looking at the darkness sayin "Damn, that's some darkness over there", you know? Whatever And we have responsibility to focus on it, sayin, you know "Y'all be cool") (Mh-mh-mh) Ah yeah Check it out, y'all A little food for thought For those in the ghetto Actin wild, livin foul Cause y'all think it's in style Know what I'm sayin? Now every neighborhood has a nice child But because of the things around em they change up they whole lifestyle I knew a kid with a little cash He had a little gear, yo, his status was middle class But girls used to say he was so chopped And brothers around the way wasn't tryin to give him no props He was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth role Brothers tried to diss him, he ain't sweat it, it was cool though Confidence is what the child lacked He was tryin to scoop this girl he was sweatin since a while back He asked honey to go with him Since he didn't have a name, that bitch ain't give him no rhythm Matter of fact, she made him feel low She said she needed a man that was out there makin real dough So it was a lot that he had to prove So money said 'fuck it' and changed up his whole attitude (CHORUS) (Time to get it) Yo, y'all better chill (Time to clock bills) (Yo, y'all better chill (Hey yo, I wanna get ill) Yo, y'all better chill (So what's the muthafuckin deal?) Yo, y'all better chill Now he had to make quick figures So he started sellin drugs, because honey wanted a rich nigga He was livin foul and then some He started killin niggas and buildin figures for his income He had the fat rides he drove around in He was clockin dough, knockin hoes, money was loungin And waitin for a nigga to test him You know, play him, try to slay him, or disrespect him Let some brother tried to riff with him He wouldn't hesitate to pull out and let off his whole clip in em He was wettin niggas like firemen Shit, he was packin more iron than vitamins Now the brothers seein mad money And guess who pops up on the scene, yo, it's the bad honey Now she's on the block hawkin Before no words, now he can't get that bitch to stop talkin He told her to cut the shit He laid her, played her, told the hoe to suck his dick He said he was only out to get money So step the fuck off, because paybacks is a bitch, honey She only got what she deserved (word) He kicked that stupid bitch to the curb Cause man, he had his whole shit down Cause the nigags who used to diss him was all on his dick now (CHORUS) Everything was how he imagined it But word got out, and other dealers wasn't havin it The hoe he dissed, snitched and told on him So one day some fellas ran up and the rolled on him Shot em up with blow-me-down Cause if money wasn't catholic, he was holy now He had it goin on and played the perfect role But ask yourself a question: was it worth it though? (CHORUS)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na I think them niggas is scared of us They flexing but only for cameras I embarrass 'em If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us? Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison These niggas ain't catching up to us I swear these niggas need stamina I broke her heart in a paragraph, turned to a thottie to care it up Now that bitch feel so embarrassing Diamonds be dancing, I blur it up Your shit is fake, you can't swear to it I know you fronting, you panicking, I get dressed up like a mannequin Put on a fit and embarrass 'em, it's so embarrassing I put this beat on my body list Metro a beast, yeah he bodied it, they tried to give me a stylist I told 'em I'm good, yo you wylin' I got sick of wearing Versace, I want red bottoms Don't let me get in a fight with 'em One of them spikes and I might hit him I'm from the jungle, say that you fuck with gorillas I know that you niggas be lying I gotta stay humble, that's why I fuck with the realest I swear I put that on the Bible You stuck in your feelings, say I'm fucking on your bitch And you should've never ever wifed her That's word to my mother, if a nigga take my bitch, fuck it I'ma find another lover, we flex on each other Cuban dripping on my wrist, I could put whatever on the other That's word to my mother I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison You gotta be kidding me Most of my shit come from Italy, W up, make 'em sick of me Ice on my pinky too glittery Pass on a show, it ain't shit to me I keep a blicky, just in case a nigga with me ain't with me And I see a enemy, everything litty Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rolling up that icky icky Them cookies be hitting Beam came with the strap, ladder hanging off of that Yeah I get too attatched I ain't fucking with the Act', I be tripping off of that I'ma keep it a stack Mike Amiri's on me stretch But I'm holding all this bread, I'ma keep me a bag They was saying I was next Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on a track I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Ain't no comparison Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Look at my chain, it's embarrassing I'm flexing on 'em, embarrassing Flexing on 'em, so embarrassing Look at my chain, it's embarrassing If Young Metro don't trust, you I'm gon' shoot you

I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on it girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time waiting Go down on me girl, I'm running out of patience My name is Artist, I can draw shit She be all up in my phone, she just wanna start shit She will not leave me alone till I take her shopping Louis bag with a stash and her Birkin wallet Yeah, let's go on a baecation Baby, we can go to Vegas and change locations Don't you worry bout a hater, they gon' keep hating They sendin' shots, I just dodge like I'm in the Matrix Used to school park in the Uber Now we taking flights, spending nights in Aruba I hope we can do a lot of things, fuck the rumors On the beach, Henny Coladas in the cooler All the hoes gon' follow, understand that If you end up heart broken I didn't plan that I wanna take you so far I don't know where to begin at Baby girl at least you know where my head at So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want I could put you on, I won't do you wrong baby You know what you're doing, I just hope you don't play me Louis Vuitton don, you know I be going crazy Go to San Juan, put you on the front page and If they hate girl, fuck 'em they can stay hating You can whip the Benzi, let 'em watch us racing and When they hear me on the radio station They gon' wish they was you but I ain't replacing My bitch so expensive She listen to me but she never listen They tried to push me off my pivot but I'm never tripping She never bitch and love to kick it, Rose sipping I fuck with you but girl don't get it twisted It's money over everything so I be getting chicken I'm hard to get with so they never got the cash, be slipping Put you on a private jet, fuck a plane ticket So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want

I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet 'bout it, we could speak 'bout it if you really, really with me Growin' up bein' in the gas stations, in the CVSs gettin' gifties, yeah And if you really my nigga, word to mother, we gon' split it 50-50, yeah (JoeFromYO) They call me a SoundCloud boy, they stealin' my sound now, boy I feel like I'm really the king in my city, I got the crown now, boy Two .38s on the side of me, lookin' like a cowboy, yeah Niggas be actin' like bitches, I might as well just call you tomboys Don't play with me, .38 on me, and I'm feelin' so, so special Niggas is lucky I'm busy gettin' money 'cause I really coulda left you Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri, yeah, beasty, used to lurk in the bushes Now when I open my eyes I look in the sky, hopin' I make it to Heaven You can have family ties, all rats gotta die, you can still be a dub if you tellin' And even if it was my cousin, it is a dub, fuck it, just knock off his melon I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Heard they wanna catch me lackin', oh, please (oh, please) Yeah, they don't know I'm really odee ('dee) Niggas rattin', eatin' on cheese (cheese) Just free the real until they all free (mm) Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh-uh, Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, mmm-mmm Lamborghini car keys, vroom-vroom, I don't know why they actin' like they G'd up, hmm-mmm Wipe a nigga nose like he sneezin', hmm-mmm, go to Elliot for Aquafina, huh-uh Chain lookin' like a hockey puck, hmm, like a freezer, hmm You told me never say never, then you told me you would never get me set up (yeah) But love is a set-up already, shoulda said, "I love you" to a Bentley (mmm) I know niggas that ain't even graduate can't leave the country, they felons already But fuck it, at least they know better, any nigga could tell ain't no tellin' I done seen niggas tell on they brother, 'em niggas was there for you when you were strugglin' I done seen niggas love on they bitch and go kiss her and hug her right after she suckin' dick And you gotta watch out for niggas that's watchin' your money, watch who you get money with And don't you compete with your own gang, no, don't you go be on no funny shit 'Cause niggas'll tell on they whole gang 'cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah I was addicted to Balmain, I did every Amiri denim (yeah) I'm not a regular person, I threw away all my Margielas (yeah) Got a closet with nothin' but fly shit, trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah-yeah I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh-uh Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, uh-uh Lamborghini car keys, vroom-vroom