Food Chain

[Intro: L.Y.]
Ha ha ha ha
Heavy is the head, right Dizz?
What up Dizz, let me talk to 'em

[Verse 1: L.Y.]
See, I ain't never been the type of nigga
That'll sit and write to niggas
The way you act, I can tell you the type of nigga
Get mad, log in and tryna' type to niggas
Let me get this off my chest, I don't like you niggas
You's a bitch, a bitch could fuckin' wife you, nigga
See, I end up in jail
Because before you bury me, you're gon' have to fuckin' write a nigga
All me, never lied to my city
Real nigga, I can still ride through my city
Always be a hundred, if you want it, come and get me
I hope your crew deep, cause the squad comin' with me
We waitin', feelin' like the throne for the takin'
Gun all black, yeah, I think that bitch Jamaican
L spit flames, I could ghost write for Satan
These dudes claim "hot, nigga L must be blazin'"
I ain't feelin' shit that you makin'
You should've never made it out the basement
And you fakin', and I'mma take it back to the basics
The way you rappin' bro, you ain't a threat
I was probably sixteen when I became a vet
My eighth album classic, and I ain't made it yet
That's why I be like "fuck shit, anal sex"

[Chorus: Dizz]
They say "it's hard stayin' on when you hot"
That's why I stay cold on the top
I'mma self-proclaimed King, give a fuck about yo' spot
Heavy is the head, with a crown full of rocks
We on top of the food chain
In a world full of animals and monsters
Nigga, we on top of the food chain
It's me against whoever try to stop us

(Cuz homie we came to far, to give up now
I'mma just ride this road, and never slow down)

[Verse 2: Dizz]
I ain't eat all fuckin' day
Mute Nike, I just do it, I don't fuckin' say
At house parties, they be fuckin' with the Kid, light skinned
Look like Sydney want the dick cuz' I don't fuckin' Play
That's light bars like fluorescent lights
These niggas do it for the 'gram, I'm not impressed with likes
I'm takin' names, click bang when I'm cockin' on you pussies
Now the last bar was a hermaphrodite
Nigga, where the food? I ain't in the mood
No sex, bitch we run it cardio, no flex
When I see you, not about yo fuckin' business, no text
I'll take you out the game twice, gone four Techs (get em'!)
Bitch, do I gotta ask twice? Where the food at
Nigga, I don't ever ask nice
Sick of y'all tryin' to starve me, better hit me first
Or its everybody dying like a room full of hippie shirts
Stop askin', you should know what's the matter
I'm sick of the chatter, I'm workin' but my pockets is flatter
They never put a nigga on from all the facts that I gathered
So I'mma make it further up until I kick down the ladder like "fuck em!"
Survival show you who the realest niggas is
You turn a man into a beast like the "Thriller" vid
The rap game getting quap like a mothafucka'
I'ma eat my way to the top of this mothafucka'

[Chorus: Dizz]
They say "it's hard stayin' on when you hot"
That's why I stay cold on the top
I'mma self-proclaimed King give a fuck about yo' spot
Heavy is the head, with the crown from the rocks
We on top of the food chain
In a world full of animals and monsters
Nigga, we on top of the food chain
(Nigga, we eatin', we eatin')
It's me against whoever try to stop us

(Cuz homie we came to far, to give up now
I'mma just ride this road, and never slow down)