EAT
Ooh
South West, South West, look
I eat beats, watch me dine in, shining
I illuminate the rooms that I'm in, timing
Low-key ain't more crucial than alignment
That's why the flow is intertwined with both and I'm defiling
Every beat I'm on, even though I know it's wrong
To treat rappers like a napkin after I've pissed on commodes
Then I wipe what's on the toilet, can't decipher if you know
That my life is tied to giving hoodlums life despite the hoes
That their sights are fixed upon to givе 'em pipe out of control
But the plight wе abide in has almost wiped our frontal lobe
Of our heritage, rare are kids like me who grow up savage
That got embarrassed when they went to they patna crib
And seen they mattress had a bed frame
Shout out to those who told me Tobe was a pet name (what's your name?)
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name
Praise God for follies of my colleagues that embody everything I overcame
Blowing that ganji to suppress pain
Ooh, but I was weak, though
So on occasion, purple haze would keep me warmer than a pea coat
Debo shouldn't be what you portray when you placebo
But now my flow the cheat code, every bar is worth a kilo, ooh
Every bar is worth a kilo, ooh
Every bar is worth a kilo, ooh
(Say it louder, so they all can hear you, what's your name?)
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name (yeah, yeah, look)
Hit the ground running like a half-back (okay)
Matte black P365 In my knapsack (okay)
Blast at all who tried to harm me, I don't scrap cats (okay)
How I drop two kids and I still snap back? (Yeah)
Had to have these girls, don't think my pen dead (yeah)
Hard to sleep on me like a twin bed (yeah)
Was broke, now I ball like a skinhead (yeah)
"You only get one shot", that's what Slim said (yeah)
I only had one wish, word to Ray J
To vacate anything that gave way to poverty (yeah)
You can tell I move with sovereignty, obviously
I'm an anomaly, every bar I spit's a novelty (yeah)
We don't ride the wave, we create it (yeah)
That's how we made it to Beyoncé playlist (yeah)
Tobe used to have some open cases (yeah)
But now we got a crib with open spaces (yeah)
And I got a grill with open faces, far from basic
Been influenced by the city with the spaceships
Never going back to the grave shift or the slave ship
I'm 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé (yeah), yeah
I'm 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé (yeah)
We 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé
Went from Boys to Men, word to Wanya (okay)
Whole hood screaming, "Tob, don't go Kanye" (okay)
H-Town, Texas with the flow, do it grande (okay)
"Otologbabukwegi on your head" is what my mom say (yeah)
Gorilla on the beat, I go Harambe (yeah)
Stacy Adams head-to-toe on my prom day (yeah)
Two kids, life wilder than Deante (yeah)
Before I die, I'm tryna get a verse from André (yeah)
I'm Coach Bombay, I done been with mighty ducks (yeah)
But my baby mama swan Aphrodited up (yeah)
If it's a issue, pack a pistol, keep it tightly tucked (yeah)
'Cause they'll try to early dismiss you on ya nightly run (yeah)
Or your daily run, either way it's tragedy (yeah)
Please, don't try to take my life, that's a catastrophe (yeah)
On my soul, ain't no ho in my anatomy (yeah)
And I put that on everything like Tony Chachere (yeah)
And cut the beat
Cut the beat
Cut the beat
South West, South West, look
I eat beats, watch me dine in, shining
I illuminate the rooms that I'm in, timing
Low-key ain't more crucial than alignment
That's why the flow is intertwined with both and I'm defiling
Every beat I'm on, even though I know it's wrong
To treat rappers like a napkin after I've pissed on commodes
Then I wipe what's on the toilet, can't decipher if you know
That my life is tied to giving hoodlums life despite the hoes
That their sights are fixed upon to givе 'em pipe out of control
But the plight wе abide in has almost wiped our frontal lobe
Of our heritage, rare are kids like me who grow up savage
That got embarrassed when they went to they patna crib
And seen they mattress had a bed frame
Shout out to those who told me Tobe was a pet name (what's your name?)
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name
Praise God for follies of my colleagues that embody everything I overcame
Blowing that ganji to suppress pain
Ooh, but I was weak, though
So on occasion, purple haze would keep me warmer than a pea coat
Debo shouldn't be what you portray when you placebo
But now my flow the cheat code, every bar is worth a kilo, ooh
Every bar is worth a kilo, ooh
Every bar is worth a kilo, ooh
(Say it louder, so they all can hear you, what's your name?)
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name (yeah, yeah, look)
Hit the ground running like a half-back (okay)
Matte black P365 In my knapsack (okay)
Blast at all who tried to harm me, I don't scrap cats (okay)
How I drop two kids and I still snap back? (Yeah)
Had to have these girls, don't think my pen dead (yeah)
Hard to sleep on me like a twin bed (yeah)
Was broke, now I ball like a skinhead (yeah)
"You only get one shot", that's what Slim said (yeah)
I only had one wish, word to Ray J
To vacate anything that gave way to poverty (yeah)
You can tell I move with sovereignty, obviously
I'm an anomaly, every bar I spit's a novelty (yeah)
We don't ride the wave, we create it (yeah)
That's how we made it to Beyoncé playlist (yeah)
Tobe used to have some open cases (yeah)
But now we got a crib with open spaces (yeah)
And I got a grill with open faces, far from basic
Been influenced by the city with the spaceships
Never going back to the grave shift or the slave ship
I'm 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé (yeah), yeah
I'm 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé (yeah)
We 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyoncé
Went from Boys to Men, word to Wanya (okay)
Whole hood screaming, "Tob, don't go Kanye" (okay)
H-Town, Texas with the flow, do it grande (okay)
"Otologbabukwegi on your head" is what my mom say (yeah)
Gorilla on the beat, I go Harambe (yeah)
Stacy Adams head-to-toe on my prom day (yeah)
Two kids, life wilder than Deante (yeah)
Before I die, I'm tryna get a verse from André (yeah)
I'm Coach Bombay, I done been with mighty ducks (yeah)
But my baby mama swan Aphrodited up (yeah)
If it's a issue, pack a pistol, keep it tightly tucked (yeah)
'Cause they'll try to early dismiss you on ya nightly run (yeah)
Or your daily run, either way it's tragedy (yeah)
Please, don't try to take my life, that's a catastrophe (yeah)
On my soul, ain't no ho in my anatomy (yeah)
And I put that on everything like Tony Chachere (yeah)
And cut the beat
Cut the beat
Cut the beat
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Writer(s): Lanell Grant, Tobe Nwigwe
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