Food - Lloyd Banks, Styles P

Being liked was never in my list of plans

I give a fuck about your Instagram

I give a fuck about your Twitter

Don’t follow me, you see me in the street, nigga

I’m a giant, noisy foosteps can’t sneak with ya

Been moving shit, next move is a fleet flicker

Still makin' em sick like sweet liquor

Book full of told you’s in my MVP picture

90% of my songs gloomy, I’m bar heavy

I brought them bitches out a dark room like R. Kelly

Gorilla papers keep the car smelly

Thinkin' I won’t line you up, dead wrong on the contrary

Diamonds on my pimp hand, my buckles strapped Ferrogam'

Scrollin' like a six man, caught a pound a marathon

I’m waitin' the day when all of my bad habits gone

Money, power, respect, all the above added on

The fuck can niggas tell me, dog?

Nothin'

You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'

Niggas’d be food, never dinner function

Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'

Me and Blue again (What up?)

Blue steel in the foreign, yeah, I’m a CEO but move like a hooligan

If I’m in the club, then the owner gon' let the shooter in

Stick it in car oil, baby oil, and lubricant

Known to set trip, you only trippin', you Uberin'

We in Godspeed for the time that I’m maneuvering

Yeah, I’m at it like black lives

Baptized in the black five on 9−5 with a crack pie

Lloyd, we think of Floyd Mayweather and George

You don’t smoke out the sunroof, talk to the lord

Thank God for the stash box in the Accord (Thank God)

All the old school drug dealers rocking Valor

Arm leg or leg or arm head intake these

That’s the act, I sold crack just to bread me

And I stuck niggas too, and I cut niggas too

They like, «Fuck Gooks,» but I be like, «Fuck niggas» too, what?

The fuck can niggas tell me, dog?

Nothin'

You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'

Niggas’d be food, never dinner function

Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'

Bet they hit their boyfriends with the okey-doke

Prepare for the hoe-down, this ain’t her first rodeo

Watch me break this shit down like polio

The fuckin' world can turn on a nigga long as the homies don’t

From South Jamaica to San Antonio

Seven days of targeted paper raining colonial

Killin' for years, my ceremonies do

I feel disrespected when niggas tell me my clone is you

If I should jump out the window, it’s necessary

You got something to say to me, tell my secretary

Request an order for June, see you in February

Thirty’ll get you a V, just have the edit ready

I been legendary, this is my second tour

Fuck the company, what’s a building to a wreckin' ball?

Bunch of bitch ass niggas that need an epidural

Take the Cuban links off, get 'em a neck of pearls

The fuck can niggas tell me, dog?

Nothin'

You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'

Niggas’d be food, never dinner function

Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'