Soul Food Video (MV)

(I do apologize
We are only taking cash at the window at this time
Please go ahead with yo' order)
(Yeah yeah yeah
Soul food
Aye, let me get uhhh, uhh)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
My mother left early
Worked late
Grandparents cooked the food upon my plate
My father overseas
Out the country
Out of state
Ain't telling no one where I stay
Or what's my block
Or what I got
Somehow these thoughts still won't decay
I cook
(I cook)
Was told my talent lacked balance
And it would go to waste
No wonderland just distractions
No one to motivate
Cause these schools built like prison masses
They mask it by renovating
But painting walls ain't redacting
Juju dem saw that action
Missing faces in classes
Police department is asking
These questions while I'm in math
So I'm passing
Searches get carried out
And they take up the whole damn class
And this madness is middle-classing
Half of you got it good
Half of you really bastards
But by 16
We all know 15 niggas in caskets
They're ashes
And plastered onto t-shirts
Or our daily captions
Until it happens
Ground grabbing
To avoid the bullet transactions
Or you're cooked nigga
A malice stain
Make palates change
Hooked nigga
Grabbing range
That's why them chains
Can't taste this good nigga
Survival pain
Grandmama saying it's her foot in it
But it's soul
Can't cook this soul food
Nah, nah
Cause they can't put their souls into it
Ain't how you stir it
Da dah
You put your hurt into it
It's sweat through the generations
That makes you feel sedated
Now tell me can I cook with you
You need more than salt and pepper
Old Bay is a bless up
Garlic powder after hours
Make a man come dressed up to the table
Put it down when you lay up
My shoes cost 20 dollars 7th grade
While all my friends around me walked in Js
My pops was dapper down
Got real estate
My mama overwhelmed
Still see her face
That's why these days I get what I want
I flew out of where I'm from
Surrounded myself with art
Now my squad like the Renaissance
Put that timepiece upon my arm
I need upper echelon
This shit wasn't luck boy
Never caught me a leprechaun
To commanding this pentagon
From them bullets by Marathon
I sip and I work late
Ain't too much I'm impressed upon
Cause this sauce just like Szechuan
I touch down and hop up in it
The bed of a Teflon
So when they ain't talking business
These days I can't hear none
Grandparents cooked the food upon my plate
My father overseas
Out the country
Out of state
Ain't telling no one where I stay
Or what's my block
Or what I got
Somehow these thoughts still won't decay
I cook nigga
A malice stain
Make palates change
Hooked nigga
Grabbing range
That's why them chains can't taste this good nigga
Survival pain
Grandmama saying it's her foot in it
But it's soul
Can't cook this soul food
Nah, nah
Cause they can't put their souls into it
Ain't how you stir it
Da dah
You put your hurt into it
It's sweat through the generations
That makes you feel sedated
Now tell me can I cook with you
(Okay, now y'all got hot lemon pepper
Oh, y'all do biscuits too
Nigga, this sounds like a fusion restaurant
I don't know what the f*ck they think this is
Okay, now do you put milk in your biscuits
Are they fresh
Excuse me, you don't want your order)