Famished - CES Cru

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 with a troll up in a box like

fish and eggs

Yeah, yeah, keep shots ricochet

Smoke screen blurred a scene

Grind on my nemesis, rap boy scurred of me

They might have settled in, shit it never did occur to me

Hungry as I ever been, they said I’m the best since whoever ya bitch don’t

encourage me

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 all meat

Hey trickin' if you got it and forgot our treats

Halloween on Christmas day ya bitch

No clause are the same when they came with gifts

All you need is some balls and to bring your dick

Ain’t no need for applause 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'

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?

(These 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 lies

That can’t nobody fornicate but 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 trynna 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

Can never 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' for a plate, wait, who’s beside me?

And why them 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

Hella jam with his biscuits

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?

(These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)

Man I’m hungry as hell man

Get this pizza, some bread-sticks…

Yeah…