Soul Food (feat. Raphael Saadiq)

Big K.R.I.T.

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Out here in this world, just tryna make it 
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it 
But damn I really miss those times 
That soul food's on my mind 
Mind, mind, mindGrandma's hands used to usher Sunday mornings 
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it 
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream 
In this life you live, you're either the dealer or the fiend 
Leanin' horizontal 
The acrobats on the corner, they flip 
So when them white vans pull up, shawty, we dip 
Out of view, could've been a track star at the school 
But it took the police just to get that .44 out of you 
Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates 
They keep us in and keep folk out but we don't feel safe 
As we used to back when we was in a booster 
Watchin' our uncles drink coolers, talkin' [?] 
Over rib bones 
Now I sideways tote 
How did Bobby Johnson hold it? 
Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone 
Potato tip, no potato salad 
That American pie ain't even snappin' 
Out here in this world, just tryna make it 
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it 
But damn I really miss those times 
That soul food's on my mind 
Mind, mind, mindAromas on the corner, these the soul, they say 
Some greens just can't be cleaned and you can't wash out the taste 
Of rotten roots 
Salted looks and herbs 
If it ain't made with love then it ain't fit to serve, I heard 
Some get bruised and battered 
Thrown away half eaten as if their seeds never ever mattered 
It ain't ripe, it ain't right 
That's why most people don't make love no more 
They just fuck and they fight 
What happened to the stay-togethers? 
Die with you, and that means forever 
Grandparents had that kind of bond 
But now we on some other shit 
Nah, we ain't got no rubbers here 
I know she creepin' so that ain't my son 
Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills 
We can't play games no more cause we got bills 
Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled 
Now nobody comes around here 
Out here in this world, just tryna make it 
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it 
But damn I really miss those times 
That soul food's on my mind 
Mind, mind, mind(Never thought it'd be, no soul food on my plate 
We gather 'round and lie, bow our heads and pray 
And I) I still remember, the family parties 
The happy faces, no broken hearts 
Nobody starvin', but all that there is old news 
What happened to the soul food? 
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Soul Food (feat. Raphael Saadiq) - Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics

Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind
Mind, mind, mindGrandma's hands used to usher Sunday mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live, you're either the dealer or the fiend
Leanin' horizontal
The acrobats on the corner, they flip
So when them white vans pull up, shawty, we dip
Out of view, could've been a track star at the school
But it took the police just to get that .44 out of you
Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates
They keep us in and keep folk out but we don't feel safe
As we used to back when we was in a booster
Watchin' our uncles drink coolers, talkin' [?]
Over rib bones
Now I sideways tote
How did Bobby Johnson hold it?
Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone
Potato tip, no potato salad
That American pie ain't even snappin'
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind
Mind, mind, mindAromas on the corner, these the soul, they say
Some greens just can't be cleaned and you can't wash out the taste
Of rotten roots
Salted looks and herbs
If it ain't made with love then it ain't fit to serve, I heard
Some get bruised and battered
Thrown away half eaten as if their seeds never ever mattered
It ain't ripe, it ain't right
That's why most people don't make love no more
They just fuck and they fight
What happened to the stay-togethers?
Die with you, and that means forever
Grandparents had that kind of bond
But now we on some other shit
Nah, we ain't got no rubbers here
I know she creepin' so that ain't my son
Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills
We can't play games no more cause we got bills
Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled
Now nobody comes around here
Out here in this world, just tryna make it
Everything I see, sometimes I can't take it
But damn I really miss those times
That soul food's on my mind
Mind, mind, mind(Never thought it'd be, no soul food on my plate
We gather 'round and lie, bow our heads and pray
And I) I still remember, the family parties
The happy faces, no broken hearts
Nobody starvin', but all that there is old news
What happened to the soul food?
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

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