Eat lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh
This what you been waiting for, okay
Hmmmm, yup
Uh-huh

[Verse]
Yep, said it's lunchtime
Got the beat and hopped up in the front line
Propped my feet, and may throw a couple punchlines
Actively, we droppin' this in no time, ugh (EAT)
All heat, I bring no fillers
All meat, time to eat, the fam go wit' 'em
Pause me, run it back, this Rambo n*gga
Taughty, I'm strapped with ammo, get 'em
Spit flame, my shell don' drop rage
And never been afraid to bail out high
Played and will demonstrate a rare on [?]
Caged up, a renegade, I stays real hots, n*gga
Eat the least [?]
Peep the technique, heat, the beat gon' knock
Street-for-street passing fleet of equinox
Foley don't find a key, n*gga, to get that box
(HIMMI)
Talk breezy, is easy, the game need me
Pre-order for order, n*gga, it need be
I'm instructed to give you n*ggas a freebie
You can call this assemble a little teasey
Contrary to what another n*gga said about it
Malta Bend catch wind, Iama aim at 'em
Reinforce, bigger course, I'm insane at it
Strange Music, n*gga, get your brain scattered
n*ggas been sleepin', I been peepin'
Carvin' you n*ggas out a classic, here's your safe keepin'
That misdirection got your head leakin'
I'm out here creepin' while you n*ggas sleepin'
Stick and I move, I'm feeding the faculty, eat
Janky promoters, they f*ck you I'm raisin' the fee
Dead or alive the list of my five would be, it's:
Pac and Biggie
And Em
Then Nina
Then me
Little buddy been gettin' older, I gotten older, I'm colder, will leave you n*ggas a cold shoulder
Re-evaluate your composure, your moto is out of order, you want gas with that Rolls
CES pressure bust pipes, n*gga turn it up
n*ggas interviewin' 'plying they ain't earn enough
Stevie next up in line, watch me burn it up
Other n*ggas decline, need to huddle up
Very few that could f*ck wi' me (f*ck wi' me)
Summer time mind, n*gga stuck wi' me
It takes a certain type of breed to run the lead
Words'll be weaponry I'ma buck, homie
3rd round, shut it down, this a warning shot
Give them skinny jeans n*ggas something to worry 'bout
I'ma barge in, n*gga, you can clear it out
Wanna fall in, n*gga you get blurred out
n*gga I'm not done eatin', I'm speakin', they tweakin' the verbal beat and I'm here to learn n*ggas
Let it burn, let it burn (let it burn, let it burn)
I see you actin' all concerned, n*gga
Turn the tube on, Nikki nominated Grammy
Meek Mill, Nikki Mill, where they gettin' married?
Young n*gga upcoming, b*tch I been ready
Stevie Stone, Strange Music
Boy I f*ck- ah-hah (eat)