Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Nick Lupi Just Enuf, the motherfucking Tongue It's the food baby, come on, uh [Chorus] Walked in the Crib, looked in the fridge all day Haven't ate (uh-oh, uh-oh), so I had to Roll all the way to Coles and nick a few Steaks (C-oles, C-oles). Now I been up all Night, get my stomach right, though my wallet's Light (nuh-oh d-ough). Now the money coming Slow, but luckily I know where to go for that Free food, free food Check it, it's Nick [Verse 1: Nick Lupi] It's Nick Lupe, never had cake or deep pockets Just a hustler's hope, and a face that seems honest Overweight but can move with haste if Ds spot us Tryna make with baked goods with the cheese on it Now let's be real, I never steal, I cut costs Since age six bought a club lock for your lunch box It's never been a matter of need, but a matter of greed Fish battered, I get at it, for she's got Connects, kebab cake keeps my stomach filled My Thai broads from [?] would always cooked me something ill Got an Oporto's mummy by the name of Megan Keeps my phone beeping, it's free chicken every weekend Rock Tupperware at buffets, they ain't prepared for me Mates at every Subway I choose my friends carefully Double S and The Tongue, the plates are stacked Food for thought, lunch and dinner, we don't pay for that [Chorus] Walked in the Crib, looked in the fridge all day Haven't ate (uh-oh, uh-oh), so I had to Roll all the way to Coles and nick a few Steaks (C-oles, C-oles). Now I been up all Night, get my stomach right, though my wallet's Light (nuh-oh d-ough). Now the money coming Slow, but luckily I know where to go for that Free food, free food [Verse 2: The Tongue] It's Spit Syndicate and Tongue, we down to invest Eat for free then I bounce like a counterfeit cheque Is it me or is Sydney town a little too pricey? Swiping overpriced Nikes this'll do nicely Pockets packed tightly with a bunch of your mixtapes We stumbling drunk from dropping rum in the thick shake You mistake me for someone making some change I'm making a change to the scene in miraculous ways I'm happy to pay, slave to the minimum wage Craking chains up my brothers in this critical stage Freestyle is the name of what we're giving away I got a communist complex like Lenin and Che Viva Fidel, rent a video and keep it as well Talking out your arse the best way you're breathing in hell Red-handed when the Double S be heavy on the wroughts I'm out, the Tongue gotta pay for his thoughts [Chorus] Walked in the Crib, looked in the fridge all day Haven't ate (uh-oh, uh-oh), so I had to Roll all the way to Coles and nick a few Steaks (C-oles, C-oles). Now I been up all Night, get my stomach right, though my wallet's Light (nuh-oh d-ough). Now the money coming Slow, but luckily I know where to go for that Free food, free food [Verse 3: Jimmy Nice] You know the name, yeah my broke game is certainly up It's hard work, starburst in a slurpee cup And we just 'bout the discounts, hooked on footlongs We photocopy stamps and I cop for my man Get the scones on top with jam I'm more savoury Chips with bald gravy, shit's it's all gravy I'm prone to a hard day's work, I'm at home with a Satay serve getting pissed with your lady I'm rewarded when I challenge myself, I'm in Coles with a feast When I'm done, I stick it back on the shelf I can't breathe without the law looking, that's why I don't leave Home without a warm hooded jacket and belt I know my way around the capital L A W Don't eat your food around us, we may trouble you In this day and time it's fridge raids combined With bakery rorts in the morning, ain't nothin' new [Bridge] I, I know I'm gonna eat tonight If I can just start with your eyes Then I could run away with your Subway, and fill my omachstay I, I know I'm gonna eat tonight Whether it's gold baked or deep fried Then I could run away, and I won't be so god damn hungeray