Skeme - Food for My Stomach
[Intro: Quincey White]
It's DUBB
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
[Chorus: Quincey White]
Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
These niggas out here just food for my stomach
Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
The snakes full of venom, the wolves out in London
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
[Verse 1: Quincey White]
I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet
Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak
Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper
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
Yeah, from the LOX with these bars I keep locked
Ain't a prison, I'm free, I can rap in my sleep
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
Man, trust me, there won't be no re-dial
We out here every day, they acting senile
Year of the Wolf, niggas 'bout to hear me howl
This beat I'mma wreck hard as gorillas beat on their chest
West swing, I'm knocking their trees down
So go in your temple
These niggas is dinner from January all the way to December
Share the plate with my killers
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Skeme]
Real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger
I’m surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that
Rappers always talking “you ain’t ‘bout it like that"
I went out the hood to get it then I brought it right back
Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em
F&N fully loaded, that’s for any nigga want it
This sound like I got the shit perfected don’t it?
Grab a cartrige, get to sparkin target like all my opponents
Raise these haters up off of me, talk some cash when you talk to me
I ain’t got no love for you if you ain’t getting gwap with me
All my niggas from day one who I’m gon take to the top with me
And this shotty on me, got that boy walkin so awkwardly
I was raised in the wild with them lions and tigers
Nothing but paper excite us, bitch we were born to be fighters
And I’m from BME, the G in me won’t let me back down
Underground king without a crown, how I sound?
[Chorus: Quincey White]
Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
These niggas out here just food for my stomach
Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
The snakes full of venom, the wolves out in London
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
It's DUBB
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
[Chorus: Quincey White]
Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
These niggas out here just food for my stomach
Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
The snakes full of venom, the wolves out in London
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
[Verse 1: Quincey White]
I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet
Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak
Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper
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
Yeah, from the LOX with these bars I keep locked
Ain't a prison, I'm free, I can rap in my sleep
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
Man, trust me, there won't be no re-dial
We out here every day, they acting senile
Year of the Wolf, niggas 'bout to hear me howl
This beat I'mma wreck hard as gorillas beat on their chest
West swing, I'm knocking their trees down
So go in your temple
These niggas is dinner from January all the way to December
Share the plate with my killers
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Skeme]
Real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger
I’m surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that
Rappers always talking “you ain’t ‘bout it like that"
I went out the hood to get it then I brought it right back
Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em
F&N fully loaded, that’s for any nigga want it
This sound like I got the shit perfected don’t it?
Grab a cartrige, get to sparkin target like all my opponents
Raise these haters up off of me, talk some cash when you talk to me
I ain’t got no love for you if you ain’t getting gwap with me
All my niggas from day one who I’m gon take to the top with me
And this shotty on me, got that boy walkin so awkwardly
I was raised in the wild with them lions and tigers
Nothing but paper excite us, bitch we were born to be fighters
And I’m from BME, the G in me won’t let me back down
Underground king without a crown, how I sound?
[Chorus: Quincey White]
Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
These niggas out here just food for my stomach
Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
The snakes full of venom, the wolves out in London
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
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