Kanye West, Common - The Food lyrics

Yeah! It's been a long time comin'
You know what they say Kanye
Slow motion better than no motion

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and whites
Now the money comin' slow
But a least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

You love to hear the story, again and again
About these young brothers
From the City of Wind
Like juice and gin, in the city we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin
Fifties and rims
Y'all know the Sprewells and
Trucks that's detailed
Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
Felt the Southside venom in
Raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide with 'em
A system that tries victims we livin' in
My man in the fast lane pivotin'
On the block white is selling like Eminem
On the block it jump off like Kim and 'em
On the block it's hot, you can feel it
In your skin and then
Shorties get the game but
No instructions to assemblin' eyes bright
It seems like the fight is dim in 'em
Call my man Cuzo, like I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight
The streets is bendin' him

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and whites
Now the money comin' slow
But a least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

It's all good in the hood, like rats in gyms
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
Whether on ball courts or tires of all sorts
We never fall short
With us it's all Force like Air 1's
Some waves, some air guns
The days of the fair one is over for
Cats is colder than four below
With self I go toe to toe
Wondering if it's for the art
Or for the dough
Though I know to grow a nigga
Gotta learn to let go
Though I know the dough I got
To bring back to the ghetto
Arrows on tarot cards pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' in more prisons
Pointin' to my mind, shine the light up
Clench my fists tight, holdin' the right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for
The years to get brighter
Situations, and jaws get tighter
My man trying to get his
Weight and height up, c'mon!

I walked in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Until the blue and whites
Now the money comin' slow
But a least a nigga know
Slow motion better than

I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me
I, no I can't let it ride
No, no, not tonight
See I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me

Yeah, I break bread with thieves and pastors
OGs and masters
Emcees and actors that seize and capture
Moments like the camcorder
You ain't killin' it, yo that's manslaughter
Though paper can't change a man's aura
It can feed a man's daughter
I stand for the blue collar
On the side makin' a few dollars
Like Sam Jack they maneuver
Through drama like

I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me
I, no I can't let it ride
No, no, not tonight
See I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me
I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me
I, no I can't let it ride
No, no, not tonight
See I can't run away or put my gun away
You can't front on me