Ces Cru - Famished lyrics

What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?

Lights on center stage
Life sweet as lemonade but, it's sour too
Motherfuckers wilin' out on the internet
But they been afraid
Y'all know how I really feel
It's like same shit, different day
Hit 'em with the hot lights
Roll up in the spot
Put a troll up in a box like fish and eggs
Yeah, yeah, cheap shots ricochet
Smoke screen blurred a scene
Gri-grind on my nemesis, ha
Ra rap boy scurred of me
They-they might have settled in
Shit it never did occur to me
Hu hungry as I ever been, they said I'm the
Best since whoever ya bitch
Don't encourage me, uh


We never got on free
Egg on they face but it's not on me
Talkin' hella cheap took a shot on me
But when I see you on the
Scene take a shot on me
Sugar in they tank but it's not all sweet
Put 'em in they place where they not on beat
Put it on they face and they got our meat
It ain't trickin' if you got
It and forgot our treats
Halloween on Christmas day ya bitch
No Claus
All the same when we came with gifts
All you need is some balls
And to bring your dick
Ain't no need for a pause
When I say that shit, boy
I see what I saw what I say's specific
The fuck would I be doin'
If I played it different
Spent days in the kitchen
Now my name is hittin'
Beat drop when I rock
Whole place is trippin', yuh

Homie gotta get his
He give a fuck how I get mine
Maybe my name'll make the headline
Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline
Now I'm hype and I'm fed up
Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck
I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(They shoulda never not fed us)
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(You motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)

I put the water in the pot then
I let it come to a boil
Throw the noodle in after that
Flavor wrapped in the foil
Whippin' a motherfuckin' meal dawg
Rippin the package and it peeled off
I need to eat I'm finna kill off
Not givin' a fuck if it's still raw
F-A-R O-U T no lie
Said that can't nobody fornicate with me
Oh my you see us poppin' up everywhere
Nigga we don't die
I know ya hate but hold it
In whenever we go by
Look at the level I'm on
I've gone hungry homie you're right
I need a meal I put it on to show me
I get it how I get it so ya mom can blow me
I'm tryna get the bread and put it on bologna
My head on backwards
My thoughts are crossed out
And I don't give a fatherfuckin' fuck
I'm bossed out
Canary yellow diamond lemonade
I'm flossed out
And I don't know how many runners up
I lost count
Although my face is painted, homie no clown
I'm well aware that they refer to me low down
I'm on the throne and I
Don't even need no crown
Hand out a motherfuckin' turkey
Like I'm Nino Brown
Murderin' em for a plate, wait
Who's beside me?
New item on the menu, dude can try me
I'm orderin' at random, do surprise me
But whatever it is, better supersize me
Honey ham on the wishlist
Money gram and a slit wrist
And you can witness
What a man would do for a plate
When he ran in the place
On a jam with his biscuit's

Homie gotta get his
He give a fuck how I get mine
Maybe my name'll make the headline
Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline
Now I'm hype and I'm fed up
Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck
I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(They shoulda never not fed us)
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?
(You motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)
What are we going to do about food?
What are we going to do about food?

Man I'm hungry as hell man
Get this pizza, some bread-sticks yeah