Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
Now all im tryna do is get food
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food
I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot
Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food
And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot
What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup
Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,
Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina
Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga
Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
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