Snack Attack ft. 22 Zavage Lyrics

Let me tell you something you already know

The world aint all sunshine and rainbows

Its a very mean and nasty place

And I don't care how tough you are

It will beat you to your knees

And keep you there permanently if you let it

You might end up in a stretcher

If you question all my strings

I might pop up unannounced

Fire shots dip then fade

The words you spoke to me

Need a 22 retired

Now the truth is out

Loads just got lot lighter

For me for you

Been runnin since nineteen

Not talkin age talking year I was fighting

For a spot In my life not some track team

All the shade that you throw it turns so blinding

Blinding all the lights

Blinding all our eyes

Face straight from Ratatouille

Ugly little mice

Never been a fan of a man without advice

You got no room to stand

So sit down and pay my price

Thats right

Walgreens door is iced

Sacrificed D20 for life

Never been a fan of a man that cant grow up

He's locked in his own mind legos packed in all his stuff

PENIS

Zack dyer

Said sum shit bout me you always been a Liar

Hyped me up before but you flat me like a tire

Never been fast that's why you got women hired

One two three on streak all retired

Like your track career

Two Ten Eight Hundred lane eight for real

Never spit a bar without my game for real

Better than yours you got nun for real

Zack on attack

Zack lika snack

Nickname or not

He still fuckin last

Grab a snake right on the tail

Get bit right on the ass

Big lil runner guy

Gunna catch him on the grass

Sam still fast

Faster than you

You say that you could win but you know that it ain't true

Get your facts and set them straight up in your tiny little brain

Have a holly jolly Christmas how many names are we playin?

What you just say to me boy

You might end up in a stretcher

If you question all my strings

I might pop up unannounced

Fire shots dip then fade

The words you spoke to me

Need a 22 retired

Now the truth is out

Loads just got lot lighter

For me for you

Been runnin since nineteen

Not talkin age talking year I was fighting

For a spot In my life not some track team

All the shade that you throw it turns so blinding