Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,
Didn't talk for months/ hid food because i couldn't get
Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead
When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute
It's outrageus, people not having money for food
See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way
No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.
But radio ain't trying to follow suit
Worked hard so the fridge always had food
All my niggas get together to gather loot
Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.
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