Munchies, i blamed soda or something that i ate.
Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape
Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks
Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,
The populations controlled and all the food that you ate
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her
Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper
Swear i will murk any beat
Ate a watermelon seed
And in akron, my niggas they would throw things
Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications
He's got his fucking brain ate, damn, he has fame paved,
Look, just remember how that winning taste
Never present at breakfast, you just never attended, couldn't digest it.
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
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