| What are we going to do about food?
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| Lights on center stage, life sweet as lemonade
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| But it’s sour too, motherfuckers wilin' out on the internet but they been afraid
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| Y’all know how I really feel, it’s like same shit, different day
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| Hit 'em with the hot lights, roll up in the spot with a troll up in a box like
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| fish and eggs
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| Yeah, yeah, keep shots ricochet
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| Smoke screen blurred a scene
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| Grind on my nemesis, rap boy scurred of me
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| They might have settled in, shit it never did occur to me
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| Hungry as I ever been, they said I’m the best since whoever ya bitch don’t
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| encourage me
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| We never got on free, egg on they face but it’s not on me
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| Talkin' hella cheap took a shot on me
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| But when I see you on the scene take a shot on me
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| Sugar in they tank but it’s not all sweet
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| Put 'em in they place where they not on beat
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| Put it on they face and they got all meat
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| Hey trickin' if you got it and forgot our treats
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| Halloween on Christmas day ya bitch
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| No clause are the same when they came with gifts
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| All you need is some balls and to bring your dick
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| Ain’t no need for applause when I say that shit, boy
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| I see what I saw what I say’s specific
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| The fuck would I be doin' if I played it different
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| Spent days in the kitchen, now my name is hittin'
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| Beat drop when I rock, whole place is trippin'
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| Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine
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| Maybe my name’ll make the headline
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| Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline
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| Now I’m hype and I’m fed up
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| Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck
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| I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| (They shoulda never not fed us)
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| (These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)
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| I put the water in the pot then
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| I let it come to a boil
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| Throw the noodle in after that
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| Flavor wrapped in the foil
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| Whippin' a motherfuckin' meal dawg
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| Rippin the package and it peeled off
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| I need to eat I’m finna kill off
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| Not givin' a fuck if it’s still raw
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| F-A-R-O-U-T no lies
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| That can’t nobody fornicate but me, oh my
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| You see us poppin' up everywhere nigga we don’t die
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| I know ya hate but hold it in whenever we go by
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| Look at the level I’m on, I’ve gone hungry homie
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| You’re right, I need a meal I put it on to show me
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| I get it how I get it so ya mom can blow me
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| I’m trynna get the bread and put it on bologna
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| My head on backwards, my thoughts are crossed out
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| And I don’t give a fatherfuckin' fuck, I’m bossed out
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| Can never yellow diamond lemonade, I’m flossed out
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| And I don’t know how many runners up, I lost count
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| Although my face is painted, homie no clown
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| I’m well aware that they refer to me low down
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| I’m on the throne and I don’t even need no crown
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| Hand out a motherfuckin' turkey like I’m Nino Brown
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| Murderin' for a plate, wait, who’s beside me?
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| And why them on the menu, dude can try me
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| I’m orderin' at random, do surprise me
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| But whatever it is, better supersize me
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| Honey ham on the wishlist, money gram and a slit wrist
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| And you can witness
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| What a man would do for a plate when he ran in the place
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| Hella jam with his biscuits
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| Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine
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| Maybe my name’ll make the headline
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| Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline
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| Now I’m hype and I’m fed up
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| Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck
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| I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| (They shoulda never not fed us)
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| What are we going to do about food?
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| (These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)
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| Man I’m hungry as hell man
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| Get this pizza, some bread-sticks…
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| Yeah… |