Louisiana Fried Chicken Lyrics

What up what up woe

Qué paso mi Africanos

Pray for the streets we dodging hallows

Days been dark we need Apollo

Lousiana Fried Chicken

All of my foolies gon eat

Enjoy your meal bon appétit

Promise that we never face defeat

They bowing to our feet

We good in the hood like Louisiana Fried Chicken

We good in the hood like Louisiana Fried Chicken

We good in the hood

I don't gang bang but I'm coming straight from the hood

Where they gang gang up on the corner be smoking woods

Do my thang thang repping the city hoping I could

Make a big change getting my momma up out the hood

Corona, Heineken or Modelo

You drunk if you ever thinking you're on my level

A short nigga but I be standing tall for the ghetto

If you want beef well I be farming just for the cattle

But fuck that my nigga, it's less sex more checks

More checks less stress, and ever since I been doing that feel I'm at my best

Check my professionalism with paperwork at my desk

I feeling just like a vet

Can't let the pussy distract me from what I got to do

Why, foolies be talking but probably fold up in my shoes

I, can't understand the hate accumulating from you

But let me eat my finger licking

Lousiana Fried Chicken

All of my foolies gon eat

Enjoy your meal bon appétit

Promise that we never face defeat

They be bowing to our feet

We good in the hood like Louisiana Fried Chicken

We good in the hood like Louisiana Fried Chicken

We good in the hood

Ghetto Sophisticated meditation and patience

Plotting on my success while I'm working my day shift

Singing these silhouettes and practice on daily basis

I plan to manifest my greatest imaginations

On the days I'm feeling low gotta count my blessings

Know your true colors show when you battle tested

Aim and shoot for the stars with my Smith and Wesson

My life lessons

Want some apologies from you foolies

That doubted me through trial and error through and all the bullshit

From poverty I'm rising and feeling my life a movie

And pardon me I see no monogamy so I'm cooling

But parts of me be wanting a family and a boo thing

Failing and succeeding together showing her new things

But nobody is willing to walk the path that I'm choosing

Regardless know this life a treat, and I'm still gon eat…

Lousiana Fried Chicken

All of my foolies gon eat

Enjoy your meal bon appétit

Promise that we never face defeat

They be bowing to our feet

We good in the hood like Louisiana Fried Chicken

We good in the hood like Louisiana Fried Chicken

We good in the hood

Sound so soulful don't you agree?

Ducking villains and I still made it out of the streets

Making money getting richer from rapping on beats

And use the fame to illuminate the people I reach

These days

Same shit feeling that my life on replay

Every day living simulations portray

Self hate resulting in you losing your way

But regardless we straight

These days