Hodgy Beats - What's Yours lyrics

What's up n***a What is yours is mine because you took it from my house Never bite the hand that feeds you, took your food right our your mouth Your thirsty, malnourished for that lifestyle that I flourish And foreign kind of like a tourist My shopping cart full of groceries for Trenton to tornish These hands be clucking like Cornish Your stories sobby and boring and I don't f**in' feel for it Crying wolf is annoying, you brew the soup that your pouring into your bowl Toro sushi for my f**ing enjoyment You think you going in for the k**, you the lowest grade of poison Benadryl for the hives, clean it off, apply the ointment Justify what is appointment, adjust your lies to get a jointed Don't dodge your odds, this is the coin flip