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Mash
Atmosphere feat. Mike The Martyr, Musab & Muja Messiah
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Shh, shh, shh, shh, y'all hear that? Shh, shh
That's right, y'all, everybody on my squad is eatin'
Monday through Sunday, fast food, slow food, no food
Huh, you starvin' or somethin', homie? You definitely look like it
We're about to set this table, must always stay hungry
Vagina ain't the only thing I eat
It's poison in the toothpaste, I never brush my teeth
'Bout to steal another sambuca, money ain't a thing
When I die, Gz, don't put me in an oven, please
My stomach growl like a lion when it wanna speak
Lyin' on the street doesn't beat honesty
Focused on the meat, the food pyramids the rule
We will never know the truth, we were only told consume
We're stupid in the womb, I was eatin' off the fruit of the loop
When God scooped me, he was usin' a spoon
My time's comin', and it's runnin' up smooth
I stay ready to move, when I do, bet my belly was fooled
Sometimes I eat phแป, sometimes I eat ribs
Moms used to have to skip meals to feed her kids
What a tangled web we've weaved, we still exist
It's the Sabside, mash out, posse cookin' fish
Gut-punched by real life
Been an uphill climb tryna just feel nice
Boy in the hood like an Eazy-E bar
Can't cook without the EBT card
Before LASIK, I couldn't see far
Never imagined my car would need a recharge
Cockroaches gave me asthma
But the pot roast was dope, made by grandma
Don't trip over somethin' that I know I won't get
Won't quit even if I don't win
Good experience, bad Experian
At your age? Man, be serious
Not Dan Bilzerian
I'm more like the man who built pyramids
Landed inside the source
Then realized that ain't my drivin' force
Life's too short to be on life support
That's why I don't like pork on my knife and fork
But I still spit verses on the chitterlin' circuit
Gettin' jerked like chicken at Pimento Kitchen
Mash on 'em like a Pitbull on a pigeon
All you see is rapper's bones in my stool when I'm shittin'
That's fruit forbidden, valuable nutrition
The proof's in the puddin', we in the booth cookin'
Teach a man to fish, he gon' eat even if
That greedy chick he wit' won't clean the dish
That's that selfish-ish, but I ain't even gon' trip
I ain't tryin' to get hit like Al Green with the grits
Caught me red-handed, so I pleaded the Fifth
Had to split like buffalo wings and dip
Soon as the plane land, you know the game plan
Hit me back with that emoji, eggplant
I was in a crew full of fools that could break-dance
The only move that I knew was the face plant
That's how I drew the straw to drive getaway
That's how we got away, let me celebrate
I used to want a piece of the peace
Then I used to want a set of keys to the feast
I took a hit of the ghost weed and said
"I'll go get a slice a pizza instead"
I took my time and put my mind into my books of rhymes
'Cause I was never good at crimes
Turntables and a mic mighta saved my life
Argue with your children and spank your wife (mwah)
I'm gettin' long in the tooth, you gettin' loose in the tooth
Posse in effect and we doin' the do
And when I'm gone, just look up at the stars
If you wonder where I'm at, I'm not where the cops are
Must always stay hungry
Must always stay hungry
Must always stay hungry
Must always stay hungry
Must always stay hungry
Must always stay hungry
Must always stay hungry
Must always stay hungry
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This is a horse now, bye
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