Skeme, Quincey White - Food for My Stomach lyrics
[Skeme, Quincey White - Food for My Stomach lyrics]
It's DUBB yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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?
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