Lyrics Food For Thought - Blaze, the Rebel

Yeah
Blaze
And we back
Yeah

I like my girls, educated
And that don′t necessarily mean college
You know gotta how to move and come equipped with some knowledge
I put shawty on game, now she think she a scholar
Young fly nigga, catch me popping my collar
Yeah, plus I'm all bout a dollar
Shawty blowing up my phone she said she mad I ain′t call her
Then she sent a text and I replied and told her I got her
I need a minute love, my line stay active
I'm on the phone with my accountant and we talking 'bout taxes
Got thousand thread count sheets all on the mattress
Stick to shawty like a magnet cause she very attractive
I′m just popping shit
If I said it then I meant it and I′m positive
Don't try to blame it on the liquor ′cause you talkative
I got Mikaili on the beat, you know what time it is
Night time come and I'm in the car creeping
She got a boyfriend but she mine for the weekend, I′m tweaking?
I think not, I charge it to game can't trust these thots
Money bulging out my pocket but don′t touch these knots
Life is smoke and mirrors I don't trust these props
Snakes in the grass, it's hard to trust these guys
That′s why all I ever trust is these eyes, yeah
′Member days when I was stressing that I'll never get my blessings
Now my dreams manifesting in abundance
Y′all be on same shit, redundant
Tints on the shades whenever I hit the function
I'm ten years in my nigga I really does this
I hear the rumors and assumptions
They say that life′s a movie and mine is a big production
And all my haters wanna yell cut quick
But, I'm improvising I don′t need to rehearse
And if she acting indecisive, she get tossed to the curb
I need me a real one that could think for herself
And got her own meaning she ain't gotta leech for her wealth
This ain't no umbrella don′t let that go over yo′ head
There may be dilemmas but don't go drowning in yo′ dread
Gotta stay thankful when you get down on yo' bread
′Cause truth be told I would rather be down than be dead
2020 taught me a lot
Grab a pen I got a few things you might wanna jot
If it's platonic or it′s business, it really makes no difference
'Cause either way it goes you gotta work for your spot
So don't take it for granted
I want me some marble floors, kitchen countertop granite
They like to say that life′s a bitch ′cause they never could manage
So when she give a nigga play I be taking advantage
Yeah, Blaze
And that was just some food for thought, you feel me?
Ha!