Richie Rich, Lil Wayne - Eat lyrics

(Lil Wayne) on  my daddy soul
That nigga shirt says the
Best rapper alive with
A picture of me on that motherfucker

(Richie  Rich)
Started chasing every day now I
Got money for years had to go and get a bag
Got tired of mama crying tears
Had  to take over the wheel gassed
It up and switch the gears
Knock  a nigga on his ass like
A game of musicals chairs
Spin the bottle so I can see
Who these bullets kissing first
Bottle  landed back on you in
UNO that is a Reverse
This Is called Russian roulette I’m
Just her collecting debt
Take the I G E T A B A G out the alphabet
And yeah I’m still getting the work
From a Mexican bullets eat
A nigga flesh it don’t matter
Which vest he in
I’m  thinking of a couple ways for
Me to go and benefit
And Now I’m running up a
Bag it’s boosting my adrenaline
I’m in my prime number 8 Kobe Bryant
I’m the king of this shit cause
I was raised with the lions
My heart still jump a beat
Whenever I hear police sirens
Cause i’m breaking down plants it look
Like I am doing science
My teacher told me that I
Wasn’t gone amount to nun
But now I’m flexing on that bitch and
Got more money than her son
I love my enemies and pray
For those who persecute
You tried to kill me pussy
Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds that’s in the vault are
The ones that I don’t spend
Provided a lifestyle that got
Me living high end
I’m sitting in my condo my
Blunt filled with that hydrazine
I’m watching the Houston rockets play
Against my favorite team
I got them all lined up
Fucking bitches like Charlie sheen
I Kick em out when I’m done
They already know my routine
I tell her pull my pants down
And say hello to woody
I hate repeating myself like
You didn’t understand fully
Gorilla in the mist with
King Kong sized clips
If you coming to my hood
That’s a school field trip
That’s the zoo On the corner them
My lions and the loose
We got cigs, we got Caine
We got boof 10 for 2
Bullets have a nigga dancing look
Like he doing the shoot
Bishop off of juice keep a Smith
& Wesson in my boot
We on every fucking corner like a Metro PCS
I’m gripping heavy metal I’m not
Doing a bench press
Be careful with yourself because the
Body is a temple
I’ll probably shock you if I told
You everything I been through
Apples fall, Birds fly, We all live
And We all die
We buy guns, bullets fly, People die
Mamas cry outside summer time, guns bussing
Babies crying, police sirens
I’m just praying to the motherfucking sky
But he never answer I’m staring
To have some disbeliefs
Why he never answer when you
Call on him riddle me
If I ever seen Jesus I’ll
Fuck around and rob him
And he can take his problems
To his mother fucking father
Since marry is a virgin think it’s
Time for me to fuck her
Conceive the baby In Atlanta
Name him Donald Glover
Every nigga that laughed at me
Is asking for a feature
I just tell them that I’m better
And stick up my Malcom finger
I don’t fuck with goofy niggas
Or clown ass hoes
Separate the fake from real
I’m good at ratios
Going through an episode where is the remote
I know the world is mine I use
To tell it to a globe
After watching scarface he became
One of my idols until my brother told me I
Got more verses than bibles
I’m not gone freeze up like Jr
Smith did in the finals
Cause when it’s time to ride I’m
Going ape shit on my rivals
Bitch I’m standing taller than lil
Uzi on his money
I wipe my nose with hundred dollar
Bills when it get runny
I got to many hoes it’s kinda
Hard to keep up with them
Before I sit and eat i
Say my prayers father amen