Feed Em Up

Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Today's main dish is motherfucking gangbang

It's been a long time
Since I spit or made a rhyme
They saw me coming to make a crime
I was drinking juice with lime
One more line
They know how to smoke?
Man, we grind
And when we do that, we grind fine
So you betta not cross your lines
We smoke brain, and skulls are what we grind
Outta ma zone, eyes on ma phone
Staying in Sellars cuz imma cyclone
Let it rain, let it pour
Keep it rain, no damn
Drilling and drifting on my Fast lane
Facing storms all alone with no friends
Solo... with no friends
We have homies, no friends
Solo... with no friends

Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Today's main dish is motherfucking gangbang

Hop in, don't know how why, or when
Gotta feel adernaline
Gotta make it in Berlin
Failed a lot so I gotta win
Luck wheel hold and spin it again
Fuck luck I gotta brain
Fuck luck I gotta braaaaaain

Whooo
Clear mind, lotta rocks so I gotta grind
Long ride, no guide, lost a lot but it's time to find
Across the road to the sky
I left my weakness behind
I wrote stars on my mind
And the stars in my miiiiiiind

A lot of pressure will give me my fucking diamonds
Be careful I'm nuclear hear the loud sirens
My gang's in the house, dollars in a huge finance
Wait, I can't hear your voice, it's so fucking silent

Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Feed em' up to your motherfucking gang
Today's main dish is motherfucking gangbang



Credits
Writer(s): Hussam Jasim
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