Lyrics:
got too much to prove
And my family to feed (feed)
I ain't stopping no time soon
You gon see
Yeah I'm blinded by passion
Sometimes I can't see
But I
with regrets
Or put everything on the line dignified by your bets
But I just
I got something to
Feed your soul
I'm hurt
Is it just my mental state
Too
That everything just
Doesn't come back to me
Oh, I tend to cry with
No-one by my side
But now I feel nothing at all
Don't bite the hand
That feeds you
niggas man this shyt really got me feed up
Talking to god but I swear he never said nun
Well tell the reaper I ain't scared of em
Day by day and when time
they always hogged the covers
In the hood i swear to god life's a bitch
My teacher told me i was never going to amount to shit
By 15 i was already
from the east side of America
Where we desensitize by hysteria
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
I live on the west side
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
Brand new house
Aint Nobody here just me
I got two kids
I got two mouths to feed so
Give me the bag today
Show me the racks in the safe
Give me
Death by a thousand cuts
Death by a thousand cuts
Control the alt right delete
Blood pooling at our feet
Salivating on the bone marrow
And meat
Niggas sick that I cant feed em
Know it hurt a couple bitches hearts that I don't need em
Let a nigga play it crazy bet you imma bleed em
Say you
by their greed
We don't eat
Anymore
It's a luxury to most
In the rat race
Mopping and roaming just like a ghost
Hear me choke when I wake
Cause the air
when they see me
Used me for my time, it won’t feed me
Used me for my time, it won't feed me
Verse 1:
Lately I’ve been waking up 5am on the weekends
way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with your
If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you
called touch me
Miami Florida dade county 305 you already know the vibes
Touch me tease me put it on my face baby feed me
Lick it up and down make you
that feeds
Your chips are too salty for me
Inhibited by freedom
Inhibited by freedom
Inhibited by freedom
Cut the leash
Fuck it
Leave them
Don't feed
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
a choppa by me when I take a shower
Product of the pain so you know I'm not a coward
Go get the money need it need it for the power
Power power power power
pretty women spoiling me
Living in hell, can’t you tell
Zack Morris, I was saved by the bell
I wasn’t a nigga going to Yale
Referred therapy, I’m trying
Gotta pay the rent and feed the babies put my life on the line- you know i'm riding with fire
Hustle daily for this paper sometimes it drives me insane.
Selfish soul
If I cut my hair, hope I grow it long
Back long, back time like way before
If I wear it straight will they like me more?
Like
special girl you like my remedy
When we together baby you feed me energy
These are my dreams with you in reality
You and me meant to be by my side
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber.
And took me on high, and higher still until we moved
thinking it be like Doomsday
Niggas looking for me
Tryna settle the score
Big Beef
Pop the nozzle out the front door uh
Feed em bullets to they core
Uh yeah
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