Buckshot & 9th Wonder Food For Thought Lyrics

(Verse 1)
d___, can I get a piece of bread? Without somebody in the street tryin' to eat what I said
I know I spread words like b___er on toast, 'cause when ya get it in the morning then ya love it the most
But see it's really the beef I hate, even though there's a lot of y'all that wanna see my plate
I dedicate time to separate lines and go bananas when I think about the food for ya mind
And stay away from them rotten apples, when ya fed some get fed and do a lot to get at you
so I match my caliber with my calories, forty five shots a slice is like can it be
Nawh where you want it breast or thigh, I got a two piece and fries for n____z like y'all
so why would I pass my plate, when I'm working for a salary to pass my weight

(Verse 2)
Every seeds that grows of food is a show a prove, how I move when I go with the youth
I mean at a show if I flow in the booth, I let it be know you better be grown or don't do it
Uh, many claim to have food for your brain, you can tell when they starving cause they arguments lame
what a shame you see me on the train and kick it, thought it was sweet with a jook so you ran for your biscuit
But no matter what I can't be stag net, 'cause I peep to survive now you need that cabbage
and after that s___ everything is gravy, until the next meal maybe, s___'s crazy
I pray we see a better day, 'cause see all this hunger is making me wonder why you lazy
Why would I pass my plate? When I'm working for a salary to pass my weight

(Verse 3)
I broke bread wit the real, still I feel like I can't get a mill so I gotta build
and I gotta chill from that cook up product, I ain't tryin to get fried in the streets nawh wook paw
'Cause if I wasn't eattin I'd be right there, in ya grill to session telling you the reason
uh, I ain't tryin' to pass the plate 'cause I use the food for thought to add to my plate