[Yes, yes. 
This is a topic that’s near and dear to my heart. 

I’m just try’n’a eat.]

[Hook]
I ain’t had dinner,
and I ain’t ate a thing all day.
Lord, forgive me…
Lord, forgive me…
the thing that I’m trying to say 
is I think I should eat alone.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

I can see you eyeing them, but get up off my tray, 
I got my drink, I got my food, and I would share them, but today I’m hungry,
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[1]
We just went through the drive-thru, and when I asked you if you want food,
you replied all politely and you denied it like it was cool. 

I can feel the hunger. 
I could have guessed that you would just assume I would prob’ly wanna
share with you, but how dare you to, because I am not yo’ momma,
and I ain’t here to feed ya.
I’m sorry, but 
you’re shit out of luck, 
and I ain’t trying to tease ya,

but a second ago when we was in the car
you should have said, before I got my straw,
“You know what? I’m hungry. I should get a burger.”
And said it loud enough so I could’ve heard ya.
I’d hate for my dinner to turn to a murder.
You can’t get a piece, and you can’t get a third of
my food, and it’s rude and it’s kind of absurd, I
wish you would have knew and just made you a purchase.

I can feel the hunger. 
I could have guessed that you would just assume I would prob’ly wanna
share with you, but how dare you to, because I am not yo’ momma,
and I ain’t here to feed ya.
I’m sorry, but 
you’re shit out of luck, 
and I ain’t trying to tease ya.

[Hook]
I ain’t had dinner,
and I ain’t ate a thing all day.
Lord, forgive me…
Lord, forgive me…
the thing that I’m trying to say 
is I think I should eat alone.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

I can see you eyeing them, but get up off my tray, 
I got my drink, I got my food, and I would share them, but today I’m hungry,
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[2]
I’m try’n’a keep myself calm 
and not just respond because I’m pissed off,
but fact is that shit is backwards; 
can’t warm it up, and you ain’t Kris Kross.

And I’m looking right past you.
You can get mad, but you can take that shit down to White Castle.

I know you got cash, and they make it fast, so it ain’t a hassle.
Get off yo’ ass and get you some food of your own to eat,
‘cause you ain’t getting none of mine [for real!]
You ain’t getting none of mine [for real!]

So spare me the pitiful look.
If you could cook you could make something that took
minimal time, but you can’t have none of mine.
I’m sorry, but no, not this time.
Burger King, Jack In The Box, Panda Wok—so many choices you got.

Get you a Happy Meal; ask for a box.
Get you a Happy Meal; ask for a box.

I can feel the hunger. 
I could have guessed that you would just assume I would prob’ly wanna
share with you, but how dare you to, because I am not yo’ momma,
and I ain’t here to feed ya.
I’m sorry, but 
you’re shit out of luck, 
and I ain’t trying to tease ya.

[Hook]
I ain’t had dinner,
and I ain’t ate a thing all day.
Lord, forgive me…
Lord, forgive me…
the thing that I’m trying to say 
is I think I should eat alone.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

I can see you eyeing them, but get up off my tray, 
I got my drink, I got my food, and I would share them, but today I’m hungry,
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[3]
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
I ain’t try’n’a front, though.
I would prob’ly share, but I ain’t even had no lunch, so
thinkin’ you can prob’ly get a nugget out my ten piece,
an onion ring, or my hush puppy might be tempting, 
but I ain’t try’n’a share my entrée or dessert with you.
That Dutch Apple Pie is all mine, so stop staring, boo.

Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

Walk out that door, get in the car and take that drive. 
My New Year’s resolution is to not make this confusing,
if we’re in the drive-thru, then order something that’s for you, 
I’m saying, 
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.
Bitch, don’t steal my fries.

[I suppose…

now that you know better you can do better.

<Aha-ha>

It’s A. Dot…

That’s real talk….]

Bitch, Don't Steal My Fries

I'm Back

"A dot—no comparison. 
Rap Thomas Edison. Arrogant. 
God son flow. Rhymes heaven sent.
Braggadocio, while they Pinocchio when flowing over instrumentals.
If I said it, best believe I meant it, 
‘cause my sentences be ventilation statements. 
Press breaking. Half baked. No smoker; still eating; have cake. 
Cream rises—
I am where I am—no surprises. 
Dream shake like Hakeem—stay posted—no denying I’m defiant. 
Miami Vice; Sonny squealing tires. 
Weight’s up—I’m the Jolly Green Giant with the science.

They feebler than the Keebler’s, hide in trees—so sweet. 
Want beef like vegans, so we simply won’t meet. 
Can’t speak. We don’t even eat off the same dishes. 
They dying for some fame. We don’t have the same wishes. 
Don’t do the same business. 
Go live—pour up.
You sell a bit; I’m celibate—I gives no fucks. 
Sell none, either. Hail one Teacher. 
Fail? Won’t ever. Tales so clever. 

Author like Chaucer, be the saucer in the sky, 
that they swear they saw flying with the lights whizzing by. 

Gemini [Jim and I]—put it on the Finn like Huck—
for my Niggas who would get it, either spill or throw it up. 

No colors. No gang ties. Just words. 
I was speaking on the stars, and the moon just occurred. 

Pit-bull, 
spit full clips, bullshit? No never. 
Ill state, still. Go getter.
Chill, no sweater—they better button up. 
I’m in a button down, bow tie, summing up,
like, “In conclusion, 
no confusing, me for you or you. 
I’m not doing 
what you cats call ‘rap,’ I call trash. 
And what y’all fans call ‘hot’ I call ‘gas.’

Can’t fuck with A dot. I must brag.
If you’ve been schooled, this’ not the same class. 
If you’ve not read, it’s still the same book, 
but not the same page, and not the same look. 

Dot’s the same guy that told you ‘don’t speak’
then gave you no doubts your flow was on E. 

I’m gone teach—I’m telling you, ‘hands down.’
Grand Prize Game was played by those clowns.

The Bozo Show, that’s sold on hope—
could have a needle in they vein and still won’t know dope.

Introducing—back from never leaving—
the critically acclaimed, recognized, never even.

Fire breathing, Midwest beast in
5’6” frame, plus flame still leaking. 
Still plain speaking. Raps woo ladies. 
Nine deep. Tang like booze. Euphrates…
In denial is where I leave all my rivals. 
Prey like a predator, while they praying for their survival...

Find a Bible."

Instrumental: "One," by Ghostface Killah [Supreme Clientele]"

One [Produced by JuJu]

Walking Revolution (feat Dee-1 & Mama Sol)

Vintage OneShadow
Chicago Illinois Hip Hop 
West Side of Chicago

Whatimsupposedtodo

The second release from Will Sessions’ newly launched record label is the  first collaboration between Will Sessions and Elzhi since the critically acclaimed mixtape, Elmatic. The A side features an explosive extended verse from Elzhi, on top of an anthemic beat performed and produced by Will Sessions. The B side is an instrumental edit that takes you deeper into their production style.

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Knowledge of 12th (7")

Knowledge of 12th (feat Elzhi)

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Mickey Factz & Daylyt take on the persona of Candyman and Jigsaw as they tackle Jadakiss and Fabulous's Soul Food record off Freddy & Jason. Lyricism at its highest level.

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