Eat Rich

Driver! (Look Out!) Yeah Oh Shoot! I'm so hungry, man, I could the rich Eat, eat, eat the rich Check me out Things are looking good, but I can't mess with your hair though Ergo, the ladder climb is an air show But thank God you like I'm fucking with that hood shit And treat me like you think I wrote up the instruction booklets The instruction booklets, the instruction booklets Cause of my home, the hammers pop But your selfies look like glamour shots Before that endorphin high, I take orders like George Takei And scorch the sky, poor guy, I'm a horse fly and that's because Let's eat, Kenny Celebrate a little bit Let us not eat them Celebrate if you eat, nigga On high booty cheeks, y'all are thieves Swallow new acts, how to rap Don't let them style with child proof caps You there? I'm a rough approximation of Type A And Type B at a dice game in a white tee with a nice chain And snarky web presence you can't turn up in a text message Without at least a million video views Watch the millennials brood Make sense of it all, there's diamonds in the loaves of bread I'm looking for 'em in the hood like a floating head Like a floating head, like a-- like a floating head My dinner prayers meant for an asteroid wake I'm reading that shit from a fat boy's tape I'm still eating, nigga, but it's all soy-based Let's eat, Kenny That's right Perfect Hair X3 Kenny Segal's drums are like he's dropping desks Your whole life's a hot mess, I confess, we got that Aquafresh That's tight