Time to Eat
Quit talking all that boy we know that its cap
Who woulda thought that I'd make it in rap
I started this shit and I'm not going back
You gon walk with some lint, Im gon walk wit some racks
And no I'm not lying this here is all Facts
Im not worried bout you, your not part of the plan
Imma do what i want, you gon do what you can
And i been taking off yall gon see when i land
And I dont fuck with you, why dont you understand
My flow is to sick i think i got the rona
And all yall so fake yall got different personas
I been realized this and now my hearts just colder
And yall quick to fold man i call yall some folders
Ill eat by my self I'm not feeding these posers
My bars are to hot, i put my words in a toaster
My pockets are swollen i need me some ice
Wasn't always like this i remember them days my wallet was dry
I took showers with buckets and my clothes was all rugged
I lived in the dirt got tired of it and one day i said fuck it
Not silver spoon born now look what i started
Im aiming for something the top is my target
If i don't talk to you than I'm glad that we parted
Cause i been waiting my turn now its my time to eat
Was never like you, you do your shit for show i keep my shit discrete
I don't fuck wit that hoe she belong to the streets
How you simp for em boy yeah you think with your meat
Till my net worths in millions my life's not complete
Im going back in and Im going in harder
I don't do much talking so don't even bother
You might think Im a llama the way that i spit
I'll never be like yall Im a real ass jit
Making these moves and they taking me farther
How can i trust you when you's an imposter
Who you think your foolin your life is a skit
Im chasing my dreams and the day that i die is the day that i quit
My life's gon be golden and you just some copper
That girl got some cake call her betty crocker
Im not worryin bout shit cause im making these hits
And my breed is so rare like a solar eclipse
I don't wanna talk if you not talking chips
Im in my zone and i cannot be bothered
God bless my soul cause this beat i just slaughtered
I'll never trust a soul cause the truth is always bent
Snakes in the grass i wont ever call them friends
You get some money and you blow it you just wanna spend
I want my money long it ain't ever gonna end
Who woulda thought that I'd make it in rap
I started this shit and I'm not going back
You gon walk with some lint, Im gon walk wit some racks
And no I'm not lying this here is all Facts
Im not worried bout you, your not part of the plan
Imma do what i want, you gon do what you can
And i been taking off yall gon see when i land
And I dont fuck with you, why dont you understand
My flow is to sick i think i got the rona
And all yall so fake yall got different personas
I been realized this and now my hearts just colder
And yall quick to fold man i call yall some folders
Ill eat by my self I'm not feeding these posers
My bars are to hot, i put my words in a toaster
My pockets are swollen i need me some ice
Wasn't always like this i remember them days my wallet was dry
I took showers with buckets and my clothes was all rugged
I lived in the dirt got tired of it and one day i said fuck it
Not silver spoon born now look what i started
Im aiming for something the top is my target
If i don't talk to you than I'm glad that we parted
Cause i been waiting my turn now its my time to eat
Was never like you, you do your shit for show i keep my shit discrete
I don't fuck wit that hoe she belong to the streets
How you simp for em boy yeah you think with your meat
Till my net worths in millions my life's not complete
Im going back in and Im going in harder
I don't do much talking so don't even bother
You might think Im a llama the way that i spit
I'll never be like yall Im a real ass jit
Making these moves and they taking me farther
How can i trust you when you's an imposter
Who you think your foolin your life is a skit
Im chasing my dreams and the day that i die is the day that i quit
My life's gon be golden and you just some copper
That girl got some cake call her betty crocker
Im not worryin bout shit cause im making these hits
And my breed is so rare like a solar eclipse
I don't wanna talk if you not talking chips
Im in my zone and i cannot be bothered
God bless my soul cause this beat i just slaughtered
I'll never trust a soul cause the truth is always bent
Snakes in the grass i wont ever call them friends
You get some money and you blow it you just wanna spend
I want my money long it ain't ever gonna end
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Writer(s): Seth Munoz
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