| My mother said
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| Before you eat take your hat off
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| Tryna live by words
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| Humbly blast off
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| Always finish my plate
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| She would say
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| If I do, tomorrow won’t bring rain
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| Really that’s all
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| I ain’t here for the mystery meat
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| Don’t wanna miss a beat
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| I’ve been living on the cusp
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| Skipping lunch, getting drunk, getting sober
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| My hunger like a lover that I’m about to get over
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| See the carpet wasn’t red when I got here
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| Blood burgundy by the time I’m up out here
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| On the grind on a diner chair
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| All my chickenheads are free range
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| My side dish: emcee pea-brains
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| I’ve been cutting strings like I’m opening bridges
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| But I burn them all like I ain’t got a coat in the winter
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| Lights out in the kitchen while I whip this shit up
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| Didn’t see much until I opened the fridge up
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| I see all that hunting and gathering
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| Ain’t worth a damn if I don’t run with the fam
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| What’s the use of moving up in the food chain
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| If I don’t make moves with the game for our mutual gain
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| I ain’t claim to invented the soup bowl (?)
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| Just filling mine with something beautiful
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| My mom said sit your ass down the foodI gettin' cold
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| If you wanna grow baby you gotta chew slow |