Food for Thought - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

I always kept it real with people that was fake with me

You say it's food for thought, I brought this whole damn plate with me

I been thinkin' 'bout that shit you said

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I need your help 'cause I

Fell out of touch with real life

I fell in love with other bitches just to see what that shit feel like

Intoxicate our mind 'til we so gone

That's when I wake up sober, somethin' tellin' me, "Go home"

Feel like that means somethin'

Even if it don't, I just don't want you to cut me off and make it look like I be buggin'

But who the fuck am I to give demands? Yeah

Respectfully, all the power is in your hands, yeah

Insecurities cover my heart, look (Huh?)

And different bitches just be on my thoughts, yeah

Fell in love with the lifestyle mic' brought, look

"Half On a Baby" was your favorite song, yeah

But I just had to fuck it up

No, it's not your fault at all, baby, you would've done enough

I guess I never had love, steady tryna test my luck

Steady pourin' out my feelings and just sittin' in this cup that you fill

You was the homie, I didn't love you, but I didn't hate you

Goin' state to state, was only eighteen when I first got my cake up

I thought about savin' these bitches before my own damn savings

Now I gotta keep at least one thirty-eight bezel on my wrist (Woo)

Two .38s on my hip

Three, I know this ain't important

But if I pop this trunk, it's for .223s like James and Jordan

Huh? Just needed ventilation

Come fetch air with this private jet, we can go to any location

Took the same pill that I took, no, we can't feel our faces

Numb to the pain, can't feel my face, but it's okay, I feel you

Just say you're ready (Woo), tone like khaki

I wanna see how far down you gon' really make it

And I cannot be makin' promises, my mind be changin'

I wanna knock all on your walls and see like I'm your neighbour

They throwin' shots, ain't got no aim, they never even grazed us

Lots of foreign cars even if it's reindeer

Hoodie by Rudolph, white shoes, my hoodie by Rudolph, white shoes, I slid by

Don't plan on losin' my cool, hopped in my coupe and my roof said, "Bye"

I told my goons to come through, they gon' do what they do, they don't shoot at no damn sky

Tequila on forty-deuce, on forty-deuce in New York, I'm that damn guy

All of my cars, they go, "Vroom," so much guap on my opps when I turn to my allies

I always kept it real with people that was being fake with me

These VVs hittin' like a glass of lemonade, baby

I be that nigga with the juice, you say

Maybe you're wrong, maybe I need your help 'cause I

Fell out of touch with real life

You could buy everything except love, you gotta walk in my shoes to know what that shit feel like

And then I wake up sober, look, huh?