Q for Short - buffet Lyrics

Every day I pray black kids be who they want to be
But woe is me I add poetry to a beat
But with society we'll liably die in the streets
We gotta get it out the mud, rain, hail, or sleet
I look up in the mirror
Yell who the hell is you?
You lying in them raps
You know that shit ain't cool
You know that shit is wack
Shallow like kiddie pools
My fam from the south
This music soul food
I made some shit that slap
Some shit that's sad
With a couple loops
Now all these girlies wanna pop that pop that Uncle Lu
I gave em 32
Now they want 30 more
Sometimes I'm offbeat nigga
I rap in 7/4
I'm bout to go to war
Fight for my right to live
No job just my wifey and a couple kids
I do not dream of work
I'm working for my dreams
I want 3 coke E30's
That's whipping triple beams
I got a little money
But it ain't what it seems
Been acting kinda funny
Had nights without a dream
Can't see who's on the team
Who really fuck with me?
And I got anger issues
So this my therapy
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
Crabs in a barrel
They try to tear you down
Then they gon' get mad
When you don't come around
Now look how do that sound?
These niggas lost I'm found
But I'm still showing love
When I step into town
Used to take AP classes to cop Audemars
I want liq and shady glasses, drivers in my car
I would give you backstage passes if I make it far
You know I always gotta shine I was born a star
Woke up feeling great
I gotta count my blessings
Maybe one day I'll figure out how to learn these lessons
But now I'm busy stressing
Over the minor things
Like some gold rings
And mornings filled up with Cuban links
I've had big dreams
Since I was little thing
Used to want to ball
Now I just rap and sing
Roll with Zack, Elijah, John them Orlando Kings
Nigga we want it all
We bout to make it gleam
I turn my I's to we's
Because we all we got
Next year we upping fees
For when we hit the top
Shit I might break my lease
I'm getting renter's block
And this my movement baby
This shit will never stop
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts

Every day I pray black kids be who they want to be
But woe is me I add poetry to a beat
But with society we'll liably die in the streets
We gotta get it out the mud, rain, hail, or sleet
I look up in the mirror
Yell who the hell is you?
You lying in them raps
You know that shit ain't cool
You know that shit is wack
Shallow like kiddie pools
My fam from the south
This music soul food
I made some shit that slap
Some shit that's sad
With a couple loops
Now all these girlies wanna pop that pop that Uncle Lu
I gave em 32
Now they want 30 more
Sometimes I'm offbeat nigga
I rap in 7/4
I'm bout to go to war
Fight for my right to live
No job just my wifey and a couple kids
I do not dream of work
I'm working for my dreams
I want 3 coke E30's
That's whipping triple beams
I got a little money
But it ain't what it seems
Been acting kinda funny
Had nights without a dream
Can't see who's on the team
Who really fuck with me?
And I got anger issues
So this my therapy
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
Crabs in a barrel
They try to tear you down
Then they gon' get mad
When you don't come around
Now look how do that sound?
These niggas lost I'm found
But I'm still showing love
When I step into town
Used to take AP classes to cop Audemars
I want liq and shady glasses, drivers in my car
I would give you backstage passes if I make it far
You know I always gotta shine I was born a star
Woke up feeling great
I gotta count my blessings
Maybe one day I'll figure out how to learn these lessons
But now I'm busy stressing
Over the minor things
Like some gold rings
And mornings filled up with Cuban links
I've had big dreams
Since I was little thing
Used to want to ball
Now I just rap and sing
Roll with Zack, Elijah, John them Orlando Kings
Nigga we want it all
We bout to make it gleam
I turn my I's to we's
Because we all we got
Next year we upping fees
For when we hit the top
Shit I might break my lease
I'm getting renter's block
And this my movement baby
This shit will never stop
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
These niggas think it's zero-sum, but we can all eat
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts
Hol' on wait
I smoke, drink
Drink in cups
Roll up blunts