Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song EAT, artist - Tobe Nwigwe.
Date of issue: 12.12.2020
Song language: English
EAT |
Ouu |
Southwest southwest look |
I eat beats watch me dine in, shining |
I illuminate the rooms that I’m in, timing |
Lowkey ain’t more crucial than alignment |
That’s why the flow is intertwined with both an I’m defiling |
Every beat I’m on |
Even though I know it’s wrong |
To treat rappers like a napkin |
After I’ve pissed on commodes |
Then I wipe what’s on the toilet |
Can’t decipher if you know |
That my life is tied to giving hoodlums |
Life despite the hoes, that their sights are fixed upon |
To give them pipe out of control |
But the plight we abide in has almost wiped our frontal lobe |
Of our heritage, rare are kids like me who grow up savage |
That got embarrassed |
When they went to they patna crib |
And seen they mattress had a bedframe |
Shoutout to those who told me tobe was a pet name (what's your name) |
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name |
Praise God for follies of my colleagues that embody everything I overcame |
Blowing that ganji to suppress pain |
Ouu |
But I was weak tho |
So on occasion purple haze would keep me warmer that a pea coat, Debo |
Shouldn’t be what you portray when you placebo |
But now my flow the cheat code |
Every bar is worth a kilo, ouu |
Every bar is worth a kilo, ouu |
Every bar is worth a kilo, ouu |
(Say it louder so they all can hear you, what’s your name?) |
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe is my correct name |
Yea yea look |
Hit the ground running like a halfback, matte black |
P365 In my Knapsack, Blast at |
All who tried to harm me, I don’t scrap cats |
How I drop two kids and I still snapback |
Had to have these girls, don’t think my pen dead |
Hard to sleep on me like a twin bed |
Was broke now I ball like a skinhead |
You only get one shot that’s what slim said |
I only had one wish word to Ray j |
To vacate anything that gave way to poverty |
You can tell I move with sovereignty |
Obviously I’m an anomaly |
Every bar I spits a novelty |
We don’t ride the wave we create it |
That’s how we made it to Beyonce playlist |
Tobe used to have some open cases |
But now we got a crib with open spaces |
And I got a grill with open faces far from basic |
Been influenced by the city with the spaceships |
Never going back to the grave shift or the slave ship |
I’m bout to be on a 1st name basis with Beyonce yuh |
I’m bout to be on a 1st name basis with Beyonce |
We bout to be on a 1st name basis with Beyonce |
Went from boys to men word to Wayne |
Whole hood screaming Tob don’t go Kanye |
H town texas with the flow do it grande |
Otologbabukwegi on your head is what my mom say |
Gorilla on the beat I go harambe |
Stacy Adams head to toe on my prom day |
2 kids life wilder than deante |
Before I die I’m tryna get a verse from Andre |
Coach Bombay I done been with mighty ducks |
But my baby mama swan aphrodited up |
If it’s a issue pack a pistol keep it tightly tucked |
Cause they’ll try to early dismiss you on ya nightly run |
Or your daily run |
Either way it’s tragedy |
Please don’t try to take my life that’s a catastrophe |
On my soul ain’t no hoe in my anatomy |
And put that on everything like Tony Chachere’s |
Cut the beat |
Cut the beat |
Cut the beat |