GOTTA EAT (feat. REKT HEARSE & SPICE 1)

You have got to eat, be the beast

You better be that beast indeed

Six-eight convertible Pontiac midnight blue with the brains blown

Supercharged with the glass packs, burning rubber at every angle

Fish tailing through your city ****, smoking everybody blocker

Brakes for the pinks, get your money ready, slow whips eat my duck

Switches on glicks and six-four's we keep choppers

Digits with clips and necklaces, female monsters

Catch a **** slippin' then they get to dippin' then they swoop a **** cake up (cake up)

This shit is all part of the game but, yeah, I'm a whole different type of monster (monster)

But I'm still the same beast (beast)

Fuck the cell by the line when he gettin' hungry then he gotta eat (he gotta eat)

You can sleep when you're dead, I'ma be a ****'s haters' nightmare (nightmare)

In the whip when this bitch sliding sideways to the next slide, check it

Roll right past **** throwin' up gang signs on the palm trees (palm trees)

With the Nike Cortez and the khakis and the tall tees

Or the Crease 501s, I be from the 510

**** with attitude, mix'em in a pot, cook'em like gumbo

Girl you've got to eat pizza please

You better feed that beast indeed

Girl you've got to eat pizza please

You better feed that beast indeed

Yo check nuts motherfucker what's up

Your battleship sunk it looks like you're done

As for me I gotta eat so guess it's time to pay

I'll give you one more day after that I'm breaking legs

Waste not want not that don't mean I'm cheap

But some of these fools yeah they pockets too deep

We all gotta eat so I'ma get that dough

Collecting past gold won't slow my roll, hell no

Gimme bread, gimme cheddar, ya hoe, she give me head

Now she's well fed, she just paid ya debt

Give up at the gutter, that's the plan, no doubt

We steady grinding but still broke, I'll figure it out

Somehow, someday, no way I'ma stay hungry

Even if I gotta get ugly, I'll get that money

Something from nothing planting seeds in the garden

Farming won't stay like this for long

I'm finished, I'm starving

Yeah, you've got to eat

Be the beast

You better be the beast in here

Yeah, you've got to eat

Be the beast

You better be that bitch indeed

You can call me Moody cause I need a damn Snickers bar

Starving artists yeah I'm popping off like a pop tart

Cooking smack with my mom's backyard

I'll pull your card, blah

King of the retards

At a salad bar shoving shrimp in my pockets

But it was otten and now it's all rotten

Yeah I'm not stopping until my stomach feels full

And I got some money to own a bankroll

Full belly fat chance someone toss me a snack at least I have food stamps

Give me some spam in the can my pockets aren't empty no need for a wallet

Wait hold up did I mention that I'm starving

I'm robbing Walmart clean up on aisle three

Security chased me only got one can of beans

I need that money or at least something to eat

None of my ends meet that's the life of free

Do what you've got to eat

Be the beast

You better be the beast indeed

You have got to eat

Be the beast

You better be the beast indeed