Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Food, artist - Logic. Album song Under Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Soul Food |
God damn, god damn, conversations with legends |
Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren |
Bitches we severin', hit up my jeweler, watch him freeze us |
Breaking bread like I’m Jesus |
Money ain’t everything, but somehow eases |
Better believe than think down and leave us, the baby cryin' |
Crack, cooking where my sister be frying soul food |
Plus my other sister just went back to her old dude |
He whoopin' her ass, I kill him, I kill him, I motherfucking kill him |
I said I really want to kill him, but I can’t |
Cause if I do po po gon' claim I’m the villain, but I ain’t |
See my vision from pictures I paint |
Do you feel it like I feel it, I grip the mic and then kill it |
Okay, I’m gone, as memories resurface from hella long in my past |
Chillin', sippin' Sinatra from a flask |
Little bobby, just a youngin', skating was my hobby |
Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery |
Welfare, food stamps, and stealing from the store |
Come home and see an eviction notice taped to my door |
Can’t take no more, momma on drugs, daddy M.I.A |
What can I say? |
I just wanted to be a kid and play |
To this day I pay homage to the Gods, to the greats |
Never stolen, I’m from Maryland |
Where they shoot you in the dark of the night |
Like Christopher Nolan, for talking out of your colon |
Catch me rollin' with the realest |
Lyricism the illest, my chain is the chillest, sub zero |
Far from a hero, bitch, I’m De Niro in Goodfellas |
If your bitch around me best bring an umbrella |
Let me tap into my inner southern killer, none other illa |
Murder the game and then resurrect it like Thriller |
Yeah, my skin is vanilla, but bitch I dare ya to test my killa |
We don’t do it for the skrilla, we do it for love |
Word to my homies up above, we slinging like drugs |
And overdose 'em like the dealer does |
Hip Hop |
I swear this music in my genes like Denim |
Lyricism seep in 'em like venom |
Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer |
Even though heaven sent him |
See my vision as I’ve elevated and risen |
Open your eyes, despise lies told with deadly precision |
I finally made my way up out that section 8 division |
Not by busting and killing though I’ve had my share of stealin' |
But by putting pen to this pad and dispersing these feelings |
While the label only care about making a killin' |
Feel my energy, I ain’t talking E-N-E-R-G-Y, I mean inner G |
That’s the shit they never see |
But I own supremacy, number 1 I better be |
Bitch, I said I bet I be |
Take my kindness for weakness, trying to get the better of me |
Tell me how is they gonna remember me |
As the artist that concocted the perfect recipe |
Or will they be addressing me, talking less of me |
Just because I was different, just because I was doing what I love |
And the fans they say they love you, but they push and they shove |
Cause they want what they want how they want when they want it |
I just gave them twenty songs, now they want another hundred |
I just see it as a challenge, I could do it, bitch, I run it |
Worldwide tours, type of shit I always wanted |
While the rest of 'em just worry about bitches and getting blunted |
Still that same motherfucker from that YS1 |
Only difference is I’m stronger and better from when I’ve begun |
So when people that never knew me they tell me that I changed |
That my music is different and my vision’s rearranged? |
I just stop, and do my best to refrain |
From having conversations with people that ain’t in my lane |
Will I die? |
Will I live? |
Give the world everything I have to give |
This is feelings on the page, know my wisdom, not my age |
Understand that I’m a man not defined by his wage |
Even though it’s in the millions that shit don’t define my brilliance |
Open your mind and maybe you can see the billions |
Our people that separated, but all equal |
To know the ending one must understand the prequel |
I swear this music in my genes like Denim |
Lyricism seep in 'em like venom |
Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer |
Even though heaven sent him |
Spit it like Holy water, prophetically repent 'em then we gone |