Roc Writah - Don't Play With Your Food Lyrics

Now who is more deserving
The serpent out here lurking
Can't be out here poppin' perkys
I need a house that's fully furnished
House that's fully furnished
Lions in the circus, ayeee,ayeeee
Puppets in the curtains
Waves no longer current
The pain and the pleasure, I'm fighting the passion, my soul has been tampered

This is Writah's Touch
With a cobra clutch
I ain't ask for shit they said I'm the one
Chris Benoit you choking too much
Straight forward
Only rapper debates when we throwing in a pun
Just talked to bro
Rap no longer fun
When you just had a son
And you running outta' funds
I ain't saying get a gun
I ain't saying too much
Everything a come up
I just pray he overcome
Better hope he get it done
I never been the favorite
Scratch it as a dub
Every move that I make featuring a day one
She a queen or a hoe
So I can treat her like one
Pussy clean as a nun
She would rather have a bum
N**** cheating every month
And she know about it
Shut the f*ck up to get her nails done
I ain't saying that I'm better
Just handsome and clever
Uhhhh

I don't think I'm deserving
My skeletons buried
Hope karma don't hurt me
I go through the flurries
The blacker the berry
The more that it's scary
Got raised in a hurry
I'm over ya' head
Alley-oop Jason Terry
I wanted you bad as a bitch why you curve me
I'm shaking and nervous
I get to preparing
You industry planting
Dancing and dabbing
Taking advancements
Spend it on necklace
Drugging the masses
Masters take masters
Get rich if you average
Got me dumbing habits
You talking 'bout practice
Mumble in pampers
The south is the south
But u up north trappin
Taking lingo and cappin
I'ma bear to a camper
I'm in (inn) like the Hamptons
I mean every word like a homophobe pastor
Uhh

I waited too long
My heart a baseball
My mind drift far
I been hurt on God
Put it all on songs
I thank your patience
Was overthinking
If I flop gotta' change occupation
I got too lazy
Better hope I make it
The scolding faces
Like he wont make it
Make it out the bucket
Or they kick the bucket
Last star in public
Turned to Ruben Studdard
The leaches sucking
Last year was something
I learned some lessons
Went through regression
Patched some wounds
Made a move
No longer listen those stuck in the room
They ain't going on tune
Didn't wanna' see me bloom
Put shackles on moves
Saying I love you's
The energy's off
It's a shift in the mood
One door open
Trying break us through
Say you got my back
Put a dagger right through
We came from the field n****s
Now glorify being in the field n****
That's a real n****
Funny how we older now wanna' get paid in the house n****s
Cause they out n****
Be safe my n****
20 Years old
Granny out live ya'

Roll call who gon' bump the tape
The great escape
From the sunken place
The highest stakes
Is up for takes
Who going bump the tape
Or the project
From East to West, to the projects
Send it to the moon
Picasso drawing wit' a number 2
I used to knock at my mother's room
So young in the world
And you was too
Never groomed

I confide in you
This my way of thanking you
Crabs out the bucket
Don't play with food
Clean the plate before they scraping you
I was so cold
But now I'm hunnit' (hundred) proof
And you got the scoop
Eleven tracks of the latest news
The foreigner is amongst you