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letra de beware the food (freestyle) - jesse is heavyweight

so hard to get ya people on the same page/
u learned that watching school daze/
established a pallet now i eat eggplants/
and every get money nigga got a bread dance/
sweet beach wrote my name in the sand nigga/
went and copped a vaporizer from a sand nigga/
the meantime i be moving with a plan nigga/
u niggas tryna hustle for a band, figures/
heavyweight is the brand nigga/
that lil thot she was fuckin all the band members/
pbg we stay throwing up our gang signs/
especially when the world fall on bad times/
u say u get it prolly couldn’t p-ss a math test/
never banked at a ace cash express/
i was meant to play a different role/
i had to cash checks against the liquor sto/
lil street niggas working on they finger roll/
u niggas acting like the prince thats what semi know/
and while u chase yo whack b-tch with patunas/
all hail the real king of zamunda/
a lil dough make the hoes go hysterical/
my soul glow like i was coming to america/
i kno alotta niggas, they dont kno alot tho/
took a trip we was heeming in a alcove/
my nigga brother went copped a guest house/
and a main house, while rest drought/
thats the shit u better try to learn from/
still remember in east texas shot my 1st gun/
i feel like wu tang im the abbott/
treat everyday like it was the sabbath/
treat a hood b-tch like paris/
eat cabbage/
eat radish/
just some trill shit that u can live by/
fuck pork ill never eat another ribeye/

walked in the trap got strapped cause everybody got a gun/
uh oh uh oh uh oh/
plus i did a rap that was strictly catered to the slums/
please listen close rats stay focused on yo cheese/
its alotta good folks that never made it out the ps/

rest in peace to eric garner/
tell ur honor/
enough niggas lost they life on a corner/
thank god everyday he work thru karma/
u would never have to work, if u became a farmer/
i know a boppa wanna sing like aaliyah, ima coppa car the windows made of armor/
i used to wanna rap like pac did/
smoked til i was burnt out like my pop did/
i used to just watch till i hopped in/
catch me sleep, fear god, waynes eyelids/
shoutout to luda he ain’t never send a check/
been running thru his hood, on niggas necks/
the bird streets, out west, we intersect/
dont act like u never seen real niggas on ya set/
they whole crew is just french fries/
jesse is heavyweight im like 10 guys/
get ate/
now we all can get straight/
eat with solid gold teeth from a solid gold plate/
thats food!

- jesse is heavyweight

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