RNC Smerk - Soul Food Lyrics

I was born to the oldies
Grew up on the old school
I listen to old heads
That made me a old soul
My soul can't be stopped
With these soles I'm gone move
They cooking that whack shit
I'm cooking up soul food
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These simple slave niggas be serving the puppet master
I eat with the field niggas, it give you the Itis after
Cooking a bigger batch up, they sayin it so nice
Like holy water we drippin, we shining it's so bright
Keep f*ckin up directions, y'all niggas just not right
You niggas ain't field niggas, you niggas is field mice
Roast beef you be talking, you pussys just not tight
Sour I got the aura, they feeling the limelight
We cut from different cloth like grannies with quilt blankets
Yo artificial shit, don't mix, I can't drank it
Like I'm off the 42, some shit, you don't chase it
That's a hard pill to swallow, yo bitch, she gone take it
Lemme stop niggas basic and prolly thinking some lame shit
I bagged ya favorite bitch you still be on the wait list
Never feeding bullshit just shit that's unsold
Home remedy for the real this shit come from the soul
I was born to the oldies
Grew up on the old school
I listen to old heads
That made me a old soul
My soul can't be stopped
With these soles I'm gone move
They cooking that whack shit
I'm cooking up soul food
Grew up on EBT can't say that I never had
No Pops in the picture guess Moms was his better half
Came up mackin and cheesin can say I mastered the Kraft
Tried to say I was nothing, they still making me laugh
We gone throw this in the oven, we baking I'm with the stoners
See the haters Microwave, still eating up my leftovers
Partying with promoters, get my cake and eat it too
I'm fat kid in the kitchen, don't make me bring heat to you
I came in way too crispy, don't test me when I get fried
I keep my distance, outta space, Granddaddy said out of sight
Out of sight, out of mind, they looking so they can bite
They keep grilling, I keep killing, we still chillin tonight
Stir up the Congregation, Everybody keep the peace
Humble nigga with a soul, More than man, he is a beast
We eating over here never full this shit a feast
I'ma bring the soul food get it poppin like hot grease
I was born to the oldies
Grew up on the old school
I listen to old heads
That made me a old soul
My soul can't be stopped
With these soles I'm gone move
They cooking that whack shit
I'm cooking up soul food
That, that, that, that, that So... Soul Food
That, that, that, that, that So... Soul Food
That, that, that, that, that So... Soul Food
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