What's Yours Lyrics - Hodgy Beats

What's up nigga 

What is yours is mine because you took it from my house 

Never bite the hand that feeds you, took your food right our your mouth 

Your thirsty, malnourished for that lifestyle that I flourish 

And foreign kind of like a tourist 

My shopping cart full of groceries for Trenton to tornish 

These hands be clucking like Cornish 

Your stories sobby and boring and I don't fuckin' feel for it 

Crying wolf is annoying, you brew the soup that your pouring into your bowl 

Toro sushi for my fucking enjoyment 

You think you going in for the kill, you the lowest grade of poison 

Benadryl for the hives, clean it off, apply the ointment 

Justify what is appointment, adjust your lies to get a jointed 

Don't dodge your odds, this is the coin flip