[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

Walking Revolution (feat Dee-1 & Mama Sol)

"[1]
Funny I pour my heart and soul into bars.
I used to go to bars to get full and pull ‘em apart.

Many falls—and scars—led to many starts.
It all was simple. Gunfire sounded like starter pistols.

On your marks, get set. Know your lane and your pace, so
you can finish strong or be ready for when they say, “Go."

The city where I got practice
kind of tried to teach us success had restricted access

to me and mine,
while we was drafting some decent rhymes,
crafting sequences, accenting features of frequent crime.
Teachers passing us, actually, leaving us more behind.
Seeking the same from girls in my classes. Think, in my mind,
if I find I can finally freak and even repeat it,
bring it up in discussions ‘cause nothing like this is secret,
then
I might be the kind of  man I imagine.
And even if I’m not, I can say I am when I’m rapping.

[Hook]
I used to scribble in my notebooks,
Wishing I could go through living
How them folks do when I used to write.

And all the visions I would go through
wishing I could hold to, living,
I suppose those scribbles are my life.

[If it's a luxury, still it ain't enough to me,
but what I write is what I be.]

[2]
Funny it sound like I’m judging when I write sentences,
and that’s about the most I can show you I got conviction with.

I mean, I sit and get
frustrated often
by the rush, laying coffins
in the dust, saying, “Pardon my

interruption,
but I’m off making what I can
from the nothing I inherited and carry with me
so, of course, I want a lotta shit buried with me
and I hurry, quickly, to places that's preparatory to me
meeting my
maker, or my momma’s worst nightmare.

It ain’t coincidence I’m into living right there,
at the intersection where the winter’s less and less the
coldest feeling that’s possessed by me. And my profession seems to
see and be the freshest. So the cooler means success.

Even if it’s to the death
I might be the kind of  man I imagine.
And even if I’m not, I can say I am when I’m rapping.”

[Hook]
I used to scribble in my notebooks,
Wishing I could go through living
How them folks do when I used to write.

And all the visions I would go through
wishing I could hold to, living,
I suppose those scribbles are my life.

[If it's a luxury, still it ain't enough to me,
but what I write is what I be.]

[3]
It’s vivid like Richard Wright when I write for riches.
Write like Eric—Easy when I’m writing scriptures.
Right and wrong—no different when I’m writing songs.
Preach when I speak
almost like I’m writing psalms.

Coolie High—I tell you, nigga, truly I
can go from cool mu’fucka to unruly guy.

Write until
ain’t nothing left to write.
Write to death
to keep you moving right to left.

[Hook]
I used to scribble in my notebooks,
Wishing I could go through living
How them folks do when I used to write.

And all the visions I would go through
wishing I could hold to, living,
I suppose those scribbles are my life.

[If it's a luxury, still it ain't enough to me,
but what I write is what I be.]"

Scribbles [Produced By Truth]

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.

http://www.fatbeats.com/products/will-sessions-feat-elzhi-knowledge-of-12th-b-w-instrumental-7

7" Single

Knowledge of 12th (7")

Knowledge of 12th (feat Elzhi)

elevate

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.

Scribbles [Produced By Truth]

A.D. Carson

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