OnGaud - Silver Spoon lyrics

[produced by OnGaud] [hook] I'm just trying to eat, put some food in my house So you gon' have to up that silver spoon in your mouth This can go smooth, please don't make me act a fool Cause my patience is low and my stomach is too I'm just trying to eat, put some food in my house So you gon' have to up that silver spoon in your mouth This can go smooth, please don't make me act a fool Cause my patience is low and my stomach is too [verse 1] Walking in the devil's shoes I gotta pull some moves, landlord said I gotta move Stomach on E, all I got is bu*ter and juice And a ski mask, a 3-0, that sh** don't even shoot I'm like 'Man, f** that sh**, it'd work.' Run up on a nerd Say I'mma put his face on a shirt if he don't up the merch Don't make no shifty moves My index finger is itchy, one shot and you're on the news It's like that. Life but a n***a had to bite back I tried to get a job, they won't hit my f**in' line back So I'm checking pockets, trying not to be where the swine's at You seem like a good dude, I'd hate to leave your line flat Face on the pavement, momma screamin' out baby News yellin' that gang sh**, they don't know the truth Try being a saint when the devil holding you I wanna do right, guess stains what I'm supposed to do [hook] [verse 2] Just trying to get them ends, ain't we all though But he got more dough, and he drive this whip While I'm heating up my fist, this sh** get old quick So a n***a need a lick, and you lookin' like a lick, so I need that Where's your ID at? I want it all Don't you refuse, I'm kinda high, so sh** can go left, I'll let you choose Please don't tweak off, taking your time, if I get the police called That's your a**, man down up on State Street Don't want it to get that deep, but it can get deep, pause My homies G's, best believe they straight dogs High all the time, so their mind just stay lost Ready for it, me I'm just trying to get a buck Tired of the landlord knocking, I've been dodging him for months And you sent with all this cash, sh** for what, I need that Tryin' to find where the fiends at, but I'm not that good So n***a, up them goods before you blooded like Suge [hook] [verse 3: Mick Jenkins] Hit this Indonesia, tell me how you feel, we got hella chill Alcohol never was the thrill, hella ginger ale I'm too on point, no need to point 'em out or pin the tail The vegetari breath easy, no Benadryl Like huh? What? Where did this n***a come from? He speak his spoke with so many layers, he must be onion I am peeling back all these roots The feeling is that you're less appealing once you get to peeling back all these truths That's a lot, still in the back of black coupes They peeling caps in the streets But shorty just poppin' wheelies, not bulletproof Hit this helium, I'm straight past your ceiling like f** the roof And I'm healin' 'em, straight penicillin out the syringe Sealin' the joint with lemon kush And jasmine blends the bride and groom Seal territory in these waters, f** a Heidi Klum f** a tidy room, it's dirty in these streets Out my window, I can see it, n***a, searching for defeat [hook]