Everybody Eats
Conway the Machine, B.A Badd
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It's us, never them, everybody eatin' Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin' Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin' Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin' It's us, never them, everybody eatin' (EBE, nigga eBE bA) It's us, never them, everybody eatin' Yo (Yo, uh) yeah Don't compare me to these poindexters (Nah) Different cloth, we ain't the same texture A heart beyond measure (yeah) Use the digi scales when the grams measure I hit my mans, he gonna toss extras (What's up, my nigga?) EBE on a gold necklace (Facts) , I did with no effort (Nah) Circle the block and then I spray reckless (Skrrt) make sure you leave everybody on His mother's porch breathless Finish ya dinner or it becomes breakfast Shit Shout out to Monsta, that's my right hand (yeah) but if he ever tell then I'm Chopping off his right hand (Facts) I hope he do the same to me Exactly to the same degree (yeah) Because we took a oath and Ain't no changing me I banged the 3-80 dangerously While I'm hanging out the sunroof (Uh, huh) With baby nine, I be so coofed You ever went to CID? Told a bunch Of lies with the drugs boofed Catch you at the bar, all I heard was yellin', "Don't shoot" (Don't shoot) The intersection you'll be stretched over (yeah) I f*ck the bitches that you stressed over (Facts) walked in the living room Seen ya son fort then I stepped over Go in the kitchen eatin' leftovers I cop pounds and I stretch yola It's a business move (yeah) Croly Street was like a business school (Eastside) Weight it all out and count every dollar It's the principle (yeah) Because all mistakes is intentional badd It's us, never them, everybody eatin' Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin' Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin' Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin' It's us, never them, everybody eatin' (EBE, nigga eBE bA) It's us, never them, everybody eatin' Griselda (Griselda) Look, if you ain't got no body We are not the same (Nah) If you ain't never shot nobody This is not your lane F'n on me bitch, this shit is not no game (Boom, boom, boom) wig shot My young niggas come and pop your brain (Haa) we was in the hood Sellin' straight drop cocaine We got the mop We got the thirty-shot Glocks to aim (Rraah) We got the drop, you got the blocks So then the robbers came (Uh, huh) The choppers bang Shit sound like a helicopter came (Brrr) I push the Lambo truck, my bitch She rock the range (Cap) Colorful stones on my neck I feel like Dr strange (Hhahahahahahaha) We gettin' money, I can not complain (Uh, uh) Two hundred for the Richard Millie And the watch was plain Yeah, I'm out on Collins in a drop Mussane (Cap) pole on the back seat That bitch can drop a plane (Uh, huh) Trackin' the package Pray to God that the boxes came (I pray to God) Everybody eat, I cop a chain My brother got the same (Talk to 'em) Machine It's us, never them, everybody eatin' Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin' Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin' Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin' It's us, never them, everybody eatin' (EBE, nigga eBE bA) It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
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Written by: ERIC SHAUN CAMARA, ERIK XAVIER WILLIAMS, ERIC CAMARA, ERIK WILLIAMS
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