CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Soul Food 2
Oh sh*t it's Rockell she's a f**king thot
Hey f**k you guys
f**k you guys
Suck my d**k
Stright on the basement mic
Goddamn, goddamn conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin' it back, we keepin' it pushin'
People scared of change, but you'll find me deep in a cushion
Even when I win I can feel my self losing
Listening to beats in the beemer cruising
I can feel another hit
What's the conclusion
Or rather my
Readin' Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
I know how to turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin' trees
With the topic, I drop it f**k around and leave 'em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin' in is f**ked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new sh*t ain't good as your old sh*t
'Til your new sh*t is your old sh*t, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for lookin' dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin' for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
No matter how mainstream you was
In the end you still underground
That's the truth feeling close to the cliff
Hey f**k you guys
f**k you guys
Suck my d**k
Stright on the basement mic
Goddamn, goddamn conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin' it back, we keepin' it pushin'
People scared of change, but you'll find me deep in a cushion
Even when I win I can feel my self losing
Listening to beats in the beemer cruising
I can feel another hit
What's the conclusion
Or rather my
Readin' Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
I know how to turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin' trees
With the topic, I drop it f**k around and leave 'em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin' in is f**ked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new sh*t ain't good as your old sh*t
'Til your new sh*t is your old sh*t, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for lookin' dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin' for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
No matter how mainstream you was
In the end you still underground
That's the truth feeling close to the cliff
