To livin in a house with food my stomach
Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute
And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend
They have no food, and they sleep on the cement
Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,
Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot
And in this game you the gators' food
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route
Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food
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