The Food

[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