Letra de Food For Thought - Clavish

Yo

CLA ain't really a fan of doing interviews

So his intro for his tapes is always somethin' you should listen to

Niggas always pick and choose

Depending on whether or not they think you're willing to

Don't confuse my career, if it's like that then I'm spinning

No one tells me when to spin it

No one tells me when to test it, no one tells me when to ring it

No one told me on the roads you'll lose people that you love, or look at people funny that once upon a time you used to trust

I miss scraping up the dust, I got trust issues

Before all this fake love and fame, it was drug misuse

You might have to press nine three times if these slugs hit you

You might have to replace your Rolex if my little thugs lick you

Still got love for Flacko even though that relationship's at its rockiest

Mask up and let it ring, no caller ID, I'm anonymous

Niggas say I've changed and I'm no longer the same, I'm on my block every day, so how the fuck could I be Hollywood?

I spend most of my days

Tryna figure out who loves me for me or for the fame

It's been fucking with my brain

A therapist can't help me 'cause I doubt that therapist knows how it feels when you feel like everyone's tryna be with you for the gains

Yo, I hate being a star

Center of attention, can't go nowhere without everyone knowing who you are

I ain't tryna seek advice

But since everyone knows everything, where do you go when you're famous and you want some peace of mind?

I still manuever with a knife

I'm known for concealing so stoppin' for police isn't wise

Doing people wrong that only done you right isn't nice

They say, "Two wrongs don't make a right"

Whoever came up with that saying gotta do some explaining

Got bored of spinning blocks and spun yards like the bailiffs

The worst thing you could do is run back into the yard 'cause now we know for sure, that's the yard that he stays in

Dimma's home in a sec, he's always in and out

Inside, always giving her majesty his time, of course, I wanna see him strive

But I know just what he's like, as soon as he's home

He's probably gonna ask me for a dinger, and a pipe

Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga

Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes

But the jokes on all you silly hoes, 'cause that's like my little sister

This one girl, I used to consider her feelings all the time

Had a thing for me before I had money in my life

Always thought of her when I had thought about, what female I plan on making mine

She was entitled to my time, that I never had time to give, not many prettier

I'm being biased, 'cah the color green were her eyes

Everyone knows the line not to cross

I was slight hurt when I found out she's a big hoe

And she fucked one of the guys

I don't see the point on getting with the girl, that I like

I'm a rapper touring all the time and I'm still ain’t in my prime

But I would be a fool to let this one slip out my life

That's another dilemma, complicated life of mine

A lot of hoes, they been tryin' put the wool over my eyes

But I already know how many rappers been inside

Is that the one you took to dinner? You don't need to stress about

If I fucked her, yeah I did, but I ain't seen her since the villa

If she's fucked me and Kirky, that don't make her a hoe

But if she fucked anyone else in my gang, then she's cold

See what I'm saying bout these hoes, T wants May to take her serious

But May already knows the whole gang been in her throat

I've done more than a lot, still putting corn on the cob

He might catch corn in his top, bro put corn in his box

Street shit can't be erased, don't know when it's gonna stop

I shut down Wireless, then went straight back to my block

Don't slip like Marcus whilst you're hitting your morning shots

He was working then got shot, now he's got the morning off

If I told you how much money I spent on Louis Vuitton

This year alone, I guarantee your jaw will drop

I realised that a lot of man are bitch made

G Wagon always tryna give me hugs around corners, but never when I switch lanes

Apologies to Fred, that's my guy, but I ain't slippin' when I'm signing CDs

We brought guns inside Kick Game

I don't think you've ever brought guns in Harvey Nichols

Big drip when I open up my wardrobe, I don't drip little

Of course there's a strap, if I'm in my hood shooting visuals

I don't think my A&Rs ever seen a burner, still in his teens

Could probably buy two .9s if I sold all my Amiri jeans

Could probably buy some autos if I never spent on Celine

Could probably buy a Dweller, if I never gave the guys I love cheddar

When they finally get released from HMP

Won't consider me puttin' my morals up for sale

Some of my trust issues come from fucking other people's girl

Why you cheating with a piece of shit like me

When you always post your boyfriend on baecations traveling the world?

I got a separate roster of candidates

All they want is bracelets and dinners with the candles lit

It's not about the toy, it's how you hold it, how you angle it

Taught T how to load up his first gun and now he's got the hang of it

And it's true what they say when they say, "Money can't buy happiness"

Since bro died, I've had money but, I ain't been happy since

Since these big checks, life's been more of a lesson

But in school they never told me how to cope with depression

All I wanted was a zino of each and a Smith & Wesson

And for someone to show me how to whip rice, Declan

Little ones, they got ZKs, the same size of seven

For their b-day, I can buy some zombie killers for their present

Pricks always talking like they know about the shit that they're discussin'

I was happy when I came home, saw my nigga with a Presi’

I don't know how to convince him to do with it

I had nothing, but my friends are just sheisty and at the time, they wanted money

My other friend burnt my bridge, he thinks the guys in me are dodge

When honestly I'm not, and if I ever went low, no cap

He would be the last person I would rob

Like from young, we weren't tight, I was bottoms, you were tops

Me and Hoosh got the same in common, we both sold rocks

But mine came from a pot, the cocaine was soft, the cocaine was dirty

Put it in the ‘Rex, gave it a wash

Feds done a sweep, wanna see my whole block in the dock

Mommy knows I roll with mine, she ain't asking me why

‘Cah she knows there's a war outside

You ain't mashing work or getting money, tell me why you're outside

I don't lease smoke, I buy all my guns outright, I feel like it's about time

Pricks give me my flowers, anytime I get violated

Someone sees blood within the hours

Got my cutter in the showers, couple times niggas ran off from me

Without any weapons, safe to say that they were cowards

Come a long way from my mommy's crib getting raids

Got my paigons all up in their feelings ‘cause I'm getting paid

Never been a fool, I bought multiple guns before I thought 'bout buying chains

I ain't talking bout a rack, my youngin’s tryna get a K

Sometimes when I get lost in my thoughts, I feel like NB

Dropping out was partially my fault

Like if I took rap for real, that's what he was tryna push

We could have been on tour instead of him being at some shitty house party in the hood

Hurts my heart to check the books, I don't recognize my looks

May said I've got bipolar, but if I do, then that's good

'Cause if I stay in this mood all day, I reckon someone's getting (Tsh), yo

Nana was like my mom, so when she died, that hit me hard

Always used to tell me watch my friends and stop selling hard

Said there's other ways to make Ps, like buying, selling cars

I betught a Ford, made a rack 10 times and sold it fast

If my music takes a trip, phone Big K for some bricks

I can get that shit on tick, as long as I can make them dip

And my label's gonna hate this, but I don't care bout no bricks

I appreciate it more, the street niggas play my street shit in their whip

My Toronto ting said, she ain't clipped in 8 months, unless it's me

She don't care about no dick, she must think that I'm some prick, that sound just like a fib

Stop rapping bout your friends work, and tell us what you did

Family function back and forth with my cousin ‘bout some hammers

No matter how rich I get, I'll always have manners

For my aunties that gave me a home when I was backwards

Only them and my mom can patronize me ‘bout my talent

And how I take that shit for granted, first dotty that we had was like my fingertip to armpit

I still get them arms in, what's life like as an artist? It's got pros, it's got cons

But being famous made me way more of a target

I got two top 10s, in my hood, I'm top two, not two

Topic of discussion’s me, not you

My youngins wanna grip new, and I got them

Uptown I buy what I like, I see tags and I pop them

Whether females, clothes or firearms, I got options, six figure deals float my boat, not often

I need more than a mill, for my album

And if Polydor beg to differ, then I guess me and my label got a problem

After the Pakistan shoot, Young Adz dropped so much free game on me

I could sell game and still have enough game when I'm 83

I'll listen ‘cause he's done it, and he's been there

He asked me where I see myself in 5 years, I didn't wanna tell him that I don't wanna rap in 3 years

Some of my niggas that I grew up with, been on remand for like 3 years

And not for the papers, ungrateful guys act like they forgot about the favors

Yo, I hate ungrateful guys

Funny thing about having money is, listen

Niggas ask to borrow but then lending turns to giving

But I'm the bad guy, if in the first place I don't give it

Then they'll start spreading rumors how I'm stingy and a dickhead

And I beg man don't question me bout dumb shit like "What happened up in Dublin?"

I had so many girls giving drops on them clowns and it’s funny ‘cah

Not any of them girls I was fucking, but

Niggas want clout and I get it, but just for the record, I ain't checking in with tramps

I'm not being funny, they should be checking in with man

I'm only in that city, anyway, for a check

A couple months later, had a show, 40 grand

Videos, 40 man, when we pull up, where's the .40?

Heard there's boxes in that crib, the last thing we need is a door key

Good girl, but she naughty, just a fling, not my shawty

I wonder how life would have been if, after that drill, the cameras caught me

Shoving shanks inside opps that somehow reckon they can war me

I'll be real, no one taught me, got caught slippin by the seaside

But my name ain't on your knife

I'll be real, no one bored me, left his fit the same color as the racing car Roary

Shots pissed, they can't call me hear my voice I'm at this industry event

Slightly annoyed cause I couldn't bring my toy inside

Why would I rate your thing when you're broke, and you never ride

And when it's time to step forward, all you do is step aside?

When I'm in the booth, I don't ever lie

For me and niggas to go have a fallout, now they're saying that I cap in mine

I was serving in them traps, putting work up in them flats

And when I took, niggas work, it was rough ‘cause they never got it back

When I say if rap don't work, I know what I'm saying

You lot take it for a joke, and to me, I find it strange

It's all sunshine when you check my Spotify and see my numbers are numbering

But them same numbers can one day turn lame

We all know rappers that used to get mills, that can't get a hundred K

My Rolex and Cartier totals to a hundred K

Put a 50 on my Cuban, that already cost a 50 and like my Skelly and my Annie

That's another hundred K, you can put me on your block list

All the girls in your group chat wanna chop this

And all now you might see me, in a hoopty with some chopsticks

Whoever said the fame's getting to my head's smoking dogshit

Nowadays I touch airport, more than I touch the petrol station

Guys that used to little boy me, hate the fact I'm elevating

Hate the fact that soon, when I take Kalia and Carol to my crib for the weekend

They'll have some options like take the stairs or elevators

One time I saw my opp trip, on the LMA ting

Have a guess who done that shaving?

Turn that paigon to a patient, I believe in being patient

Same time, hate waiting, mom's proud of me

I put her through, hella stress daily

No cap, sometimes I wish I never blew, like Navy

All you see is the good parts but my BTS crazy

All I need in this fucked life is my real ones and a lady

I'll leave the drillings and the murder shit to Snowball and Suedey

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