eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [The
Eat ya beats alive) When ya come to the lab (Eat ya beats alive) All about cash (Eat ya beats alive) Nigga, all about math (Eat ya beats alive) It ain
- eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [
to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
at the money like its unfamiliar I get it I live it To me theres nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems Too much would kill ya And when I
problems, Too much would kill ya, And when I leave, I always come right back here, The young spit it and everybody in rap fear, A lot of ya'll still soundin
your problems, Too much would kill ya, And when I leave, I always come right back here, The young spitter that everybody in rap fear, A lot of ya'll still
on her case My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl If ya don't have a game, then .. leave our world
THE INDUSTRY! fuck em high, fuck em hard, fuck em Low, show to show, let em know, let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! Don?t play their game, play your game
nothing, ya'll police be fronting And stop looking at my pussy, like ya'll want to suck it, I'm out On ya'll pussies, catch me next time, bye bye" [Outro
doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya
money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when I leave
throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete At the same time I gots ta eat Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete Unaware
don't know why you tryin to leave this game State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight The game
B to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
