soul food

Boil the grits im really with the shits Got new kicks Fresh new fit Butter an sugar on the yams I’m as a biscuit Cause I made it out the can Came up from fried eggs and spam He gonna spazz out on that trigger Know nobody would miss them Pull up to the hood ima go ghost Only fw a few people and my folks Got that yellow gold just like a yolk Cut up my steak with a knife and fork Big steppper I’m off rip Get grip homie Remember when I was all alone by my lonely Give her a combo like a biggie burger did all that talking that shit anit go not further