Stevie Stone - Eat lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh This what you been waiting for, okay Hmmmm, yup Uh-huh Yep, said it's lunchtime Got the beat and hopped up in the front line Propped my feet, and may throw a couple punchlines Actively, we droppin' this in no time, ugh (EAT) All heat, I bring no fillers All meat, time to eat, the fam go wit' 'em Pause me, run it back, this Rambo n***a Taughty, I'm strapped with ammo, get 'em Spit flame, my shell don' drop rage And never been afraid to bail out high Played and will demonstrate a rare on [?] Caged up, a renegade, I stays real hots, n***a Eat the least [?] Peep the technique, heat, the beat gon' knock Street-for-street pa**ing fleet of equinox Foley don't find a key, n***a, to get that box (HIMMI) Talk breezy, is easy, the game need me Pre-order for order, n***a, it need be I'm instructed to give you n***as a freebie You can call this a**emble a little teasey Contrary to what another n***a said about it Malta Bend catch wind, Iama aim at 'em Reinforce, bigger course, I'm insane at it Strange Music, n***a, get your brain scattered n***as been sleepin', I been peepin' Carvin' you n***as out a cla**ic, here's your safe keepin' That misdirection got your head leakin' I'm out here creepin' while you n***as sleepin' Stick and I move, I'm feeding the faculty, eat Janky promoters, they f** you I'm raisin' the fee Dead or alive the list of my five would be, it's: Pac and Biggie And Em Then Nina Then me Little buddy been gettin' older, I gotten older, I'm colder, will leave you n***as a cold shoulder Re-evaluate your composure, your moto is out of order, you want gas with that Rolls CES pressure bust pipes, n***a turn it up n***as interviewin' 'plying they ain't earn enough Stevie next up in line, watch me burn it up Other n***as decline, need to huddle up Very few that could f** wi' me (f** wi' me) Summer time mind, n***a stuck wi' me It takes a certain type of breed to run the lead Words'll be weaponry I'ma buck, homie 3rd round, shut it down, this a warning shot Give them skinny jeans n***as something to worry 'bout I'ma barge in, n***a, you can clear it out Wanna fall in, n***a you get blurred out n***a I'm not done eatin', I'm speakin', they tweakin' the verbal beat and I'm here to learn n***as Let it burn, let it burn (let it burn, let it burn) I see you actin' all concerned, n***a Turn the tube on, Nikki nominated Grammy Meek Mill, Nikki Mill, where they gettin' married? Young n***a upcoming, b**h I been ready Stevie Stone, Strange Music Boy I f**- ah-hah (eat)