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If I have food, and I have clothes,
And a place to rest, Iâm ready for whatever
If I have food, and I have clothes,
And my family is fed, Iâm ready for whatever
No one to answer to, nothin to answer for
Except the standard short, changing to fan support
I try to soar above it, not tryna impress you, I just do
And when it comes time to look back and reflect on the things I did
I wont be regretful that was me I switched into this mode
Where I can receive my gifts, and set my goals
Keep it real but feed my kid
And I know thereâs a lot of things Iâll learn to accept
Through these words is the way I get interpreted best
When I return to the heavens from my worldly nest
I believe that these works will live further than death
Thereâs a lot to develop in stress breakers
Iâve wagered a lot, a lot more than just wages
Iâve fed the artist, Iâll feed the human separately
And Iâll starve first before I lose integrity
If I have food, and I have clothes,
And a place to rest, Iâm ready for whatever
If I have food, and I have clothes,
And my family is fed, Iâm ready for whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever
Thereâs a new feelin burnin in my flesh
If Iâm not workin music, Iâm workin on my death
And me as a person I must be certain to invest
But I donât peak or plateau Iâm on a permanent ascent
So when my heads in the clouds itâs strategic
Iâll find my way back down when convenient
I;m out of the reaches of the 9 to 5 chains
Iâve applied the slight change to defy that mind state
So to the fans who show love, and to those who just feel the vibe,
If I look stressed out Iâm still alive
I feel confident of my worth down to the cent
Though Iâve messed up, no halo circlin my head
I look at the big picture and felt stupid
Sellin beats is self abuse, I need to sell units
Iâll be that artist, Iâll be that human separately
So I starve first âfore I lose integrity
If I have food, and I have clothes,
And a place to rest, Iâm ready for whatever
If I have food, and I have clothes,
And my family is fed, Iâm ready for whatever
[Outro/Freestyle (not in remix)]
Ti, ti, ti, ti, ahh, yup
Me and my Sandpeeps are awesome
You think weâre getting washed up, what? You havenât watched us
Put a stop to the gossip, we better bring it
Oh, oh itâs already been broughten
We form like voltron, but a bit slower
A bit drunker, a grip doper
Like ten ogres that come to slit throats
We might sneak up on you but we donât tip toe
Yes yes I am, still a letterhead
Indestructible adamantium skeleton
Well developed, you dumb as hell if you bet against me
Sapient, a representative
Of Sandpoeple or Debaser to step to
Muh fucker me got nephews to behead you
Iâm just doin my damn thang, you canât hang
My campaign is big like my pant leg, shit
I canât pay rent Iâm out of lucky charms
Better earn some lunch money from these fuckin marks
Like itâs my playground, get off the monkey bars
I push you off of the slide and then punch your arm, psh
Wonder bar