Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Hold up
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Eating by myself
Yeah
A nigga eating by himself
Yeah
Eating by myself
No Dinner parties
I'm just eating by myself
Got a full plate but no one's here
Fake friends, they disappear
Been around a while finally found a style
I make shit people want to hear
I've been real since day one
Put that on my Day 1's
Not many left but there's plenty left
Don't ever worry about penny thefts
No petty niggas to lie to me
No taking shot's, Sobriety
I'm high as f*ck
When I erupt I reign over society
Like Pompeii
Rappers all on my entree
I eat'em up
From the east side of the F-town
So cut the shit
I've seen enough
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Hold up
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Eating by myself
Yeah
A nigga eating by himself
Yeah
Eating by myself
No Dinner parties
I'm just eating by myself
Spitting tunes in the living room
All alone when I listen to'em
I need feedback
Hate-mail I don't read that
Talk shit and break knee-caps
With these raps
Boycott Niggas like tea tax
How to spit hot can't teach that
I was on the block tryna speak crack
That's dialogue on tougher shit
I'm cooking up for the publicist
Pure dope they in love with this
And I got a nigga that a cut the shit
And I got to tell 'em where the suffix is
First place that's bad grammar
Ya'll the past standard
I'm the new shit
Spit tight like a noose fit's
Acting tough bitches love it
Acting up when in public
I'm publicizing my suffix
Third is first they can stuff it
Inside their personal luggage
Purses carry-on's f*ck it
My plane ain't planning to plummet
My aim is to fill my stomach
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Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Hold up
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Eating by myself
Yeah
A nigga eating by himself
Yeah
Eating by myself
No Dinner parties
I'm just eating by myself
Got a full plate but no one's here
Fake friends, they disappear
Been around a while finally found a style
I make shit people want to hear
I've been real since day one
Put that on my Day 1's
Not many left but there's plenty left
Don't ever worry about penny thefts
No petty niggas to lie to me
No taking shot's, Sobriety
I'm high as f*ck
When I erupt I reign over society
Like Pompeii
Rappers all on my entree
I eat'em up
From the east side of the F-town
So cut the shit
I've seen enough
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Hold up
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Eating by myself
Yeah
A nigga eating by himself
Yeah
Eating by myself
No Dinner parties
I'm just eating by myself
Spitting tunes in the living room
All alone when I listen to'em
I need feedback
Hate-mail I don't read that
Talk shit and break knee-caps
With these raps
Boycott Niggas like tea tax
How to spit hot can't teach that
I was on the block tryna speak crack
That's dialogue on tougher shit
I'm cooking up for the publicist
Pure dope they in love with this
And I got a nigga that a cut the shit
And I got to tell 'em where the suffix is
First place that's bad grammar
Ya'll the past standard
I'm the new shit
Spit tight like a noose fit's
Acting tough bitches love it
Acting up when in public
I'm publicizing my suffix
Third is first they can stuff it
Inside their personal luggage
Purses carry-on's f*ck it
My plane ain't planning to plummet
My aim is to fill my stomach
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Hold up
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Eating by myself
Yeah
A nigga eating by himself
Yeah
Eating by myself
No Dinner parties
I'm just eating by myself
Got a full plate but no one's here
Fake friends, they disappear
Been around a while finally found a style
I make shit people want to hear
I've been real since day one
Put that on my Day 1's
Not many left but there's plenty left
Don't ever worry about penny thefts
No petty niggas to lie to me
No taking shot's, Sobriety
I'm high as f*ck
When I erupt I reign over society
Like Pompeii
Rappers all on my entree
I eat'em up
From the east side of the F-town
So cut the shit
I've seen enough
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Hold up
Eating by myself
Did it on my own, I ain't even need your help
Hold up
The game is my home
Everything inside this f*cking living room I own
Eating by myself
Yeah
A nigga eating by himself
Yeah
Eating by myself
No Dinner parties
I'm just eating by myself
Spitting tunes in the living room
All alone when I listen to'em
I need feedback
Hate-mail I don't read that
Talk shit and break knee-caps
With these raps
Boycott Niggas like tea tax
How to spit hot can't teach that
I was on the block tryna speak crack
That's dialogue on tougher shit
I'm cooking up for the publicist
Pure dope they in love with this
And I got a nigga that a cut the shit
And I got to tell 'em where the suffix is
First place that's bad grammar
Ya'll the past standard
I'm the new shit
Spit tight like a noose fit's
Acting tough bitches love it
Acting up when in public
I'm publicizing my suffix
Third is first they can stuff it
Inside their personal luggage
Purses carry-on's f*ck it
My plane ain't planning to plummet
My aim is to fill my stomach
Writer: George Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid