My Crew Hungry - Radio Edit

I'm going cross the finish line
When I'm there, I ain't looking back
We gon eat when it's dinner time
I'm in the kitchen like where it at
Where it where it at, my crew hungry
Where it where it at, my crew hungry

1 (Bats)
You mention real n!&&@ mention me
I'm in the kitchen got the recipe, whippin
Bad Bh next to me
Call her Penelope Cruz, definitely
She got two sisters Tony and Bethany
Bethany's the one that gave head to me
Said to me, she feels like her
Sister's not meant for me
Mentally, sexually she just not my pedigree
Told the Bh cut it out vasectomy
Stop stressing me, Let It Be
Bh took too much ecstasy,
Not she sweating me for that Heavy D,
Rest of Peace this my destiny
Now let's get back to the game no referees

I'm going cross the finish line
When I'm there, I ain't looking back
We gon eat, when it's dinner time
I'm in the kitchen like where it at
Where it at, where it at, my crew hungry
Where it at, where it at, my crew hungry

My Hittas hungry like where it at they looking for it
He's in my hoe with a rollie on, go book him for it
Give me the Rollie cuz my
Shooters gon to shoot when I say so
I could make him shoot you,
And that chick with the Draco
Imagine having kids
And they want the new Jordans
And the asking you to buy
Them and you can afford them
That's why I'm robbin n
Out here acting a fool
Everyday my kids looking like the first day of school
Fresh as f, Daddy got the hammer tuck
Two b in the kitchen
Butt naked cooking up (WHAOO)
Got me feelin like Nino in New Jack
Ricky bats give me the word
I'll get your whole crew clapped

I'm going cross the finish line
When I'm there, I ain't looking back
We gon eat, when it's dinner time
I'm in the kitchen like where it at
Where it at, where it at, my crew hungry
Where it at, where it at, my crew hungry

I want it all so I'm a scrape the plate
My crew hungry hitta crack the safe
It's all love, why they practice hate
They say I'm feeling myself, I say I masturbate
But anyway, my stomach growling to the back
That means a a hitter gotta wild out Nick Cannon on a Track
But I'm violent when I rap
Feel the climate, get hotter hear the sirens when I clap
It's sounding like Iraq,
Bring it back once again like a rewind 3 times
Silences on the scrap so it was quiet when it squeeze time
Me blind, I can see the future when I'm sleep
Just another episode, a couple hoes up in the jump

I'm going cross the finish line
When I'm there, I ain't looking back
We gon eat, when it's dinner time
I'm in the kitchen like, where it at
Where it at, where it at, my crew hungry
Where it at, where it at, my crew