food for my stomach
game, the
beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
these niggas out here is food for my stomach
get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
the wolves out and huntin'
i sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet
you should pray for the weak
i hang out the window like i'm an ac
bodies turn cold after losing your pulse
turn that dude to a ghost like the homie sp
from the lax with these bars i keep locked
dude on the post with rocks using shots
they come back to your ass like an offensive rebound
funeral home on the speed dial
when god call your number
there won't be no re-dial
niggas 'bout to hear me out
this beat i'mma wreck while these gorillas beat on their chest
i'm knocking their trees down
these niggas is dinner from january all the way to december
shouldn't have played with my killers
real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger
i'm surrounded by the killers
rappers always talking you ain't 'bout it like that"