Food
Common feat. Kanye West Lyrics

I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)
I came home to my apartment and my kids were there, but my children's mother hasn't arrived yet and she is late.

So I had to did, what I had to did Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)
I had to do what I had to do to accomplish something.

I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)
I work hard all night until the police (referred to as the blue and white) show up.

Now the money coming slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
I might not be getting rich fast, but at least I am making progress slowly.

You love to hear the story, again and again About these young brothers, from the City of Wind
You enjoy hearing the tale over and over about youth from the Windy City.

Like juice and gin, in the city we blend Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
The city life we mix together like juice and gin. Posing shallowness with fancy rims, women and materialism amid the hustle and bustle.

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed Heartless females that wanna ride in em
You are familiar with cars like the Sprewells and trucks that are well maintained and the kind of girls who ride them.

Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims
I have felt the cruelty from the southern side in plain outfits and jeans. Occasionally, those minds that are engaged with exploitation conflict against them, and they are trapped in a system that aims to suppress them.

We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting On the block white is selling like Eminem On the block it "Jump Off" like Kim and them On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then
We are living in a very commercialized era where drugs are now sold as frequently by white people as Eminem's music sells. The streets are hot and so is the environment.

Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them
Young children learn how to hustle, but they are not taught how to organize their life. Their eyes light up, but their passions seem to be fading slowly.

Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him
I call my friend cuzo as if he were family. He tries to stay on the right track, but the street life is bending him.

It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
In the hood, everything is all right, like the lyrics in music or some precious trinkets. Wearers of throwbacks and Timbs, and black rims.

Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts We never fall short, wit us it's our Force like And 1's
On the ball court or dressed in any outfit, we never disappoint. We have our own energy like And 1's.

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe
Some people have waves, and some carry air guns, but fair fights are long gone. Some people are cold-demeanored like four-hundred-degree temperatures. I fight with myself.

Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
I question whether people do it for the art or just the money. But I know that people also have to learn to let go to develop.

Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up
I know the cash goes back to the poorest neighborhoods. The arrows on tarot cards point towards the task ahead. Being destitute makes for more imprisonment, but pointing to one's mind can bring out the light.

Clench my fists tight, holding the right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations, and jobs get tighter My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!
I clench my fists tightly, raising my right hand. In the dark, clothes of freedom stand for bright years ahead. Situations and employment get more difficult. My pal struggles to lose weight and gain height, come on!