Lyrics:
SONG: GOT TO EAT
ARTIST: STEPHEN ALLEN MUSIC
PRODUCED BY: STEPHEN ALLEN MUSIC
TEMPO: 79BPM
KEY: Emin
STRUCTURE: INTRO H V H V H V H
(INTRO)
(fuck a nine to five homie)
(Mindflip)
(Destined for greatness)
(looking for the top, but we were already there)
I’m still sharp on the beat
Been
I been gone for awhile
By my lonely
I been down, hunned rounds
Getting no sleep
I don't know bruh
I never asked for handouts
Brand new glizzy
shit, and head Western
relocation
new state, new destination
re-arrange your life
on the run from vice
make you pray to Christ
kid fucked up
my
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
the Great Wall
Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay
before eleven thirty
Got my clean clothes my teeth so fresh oh me
Outta the door by twelve thirty that's good you see
Oh they will make a new man of me
Changed, same old, same old
In a big body, ain't no tint
Makin' sure they know
Can't be life, yeah, if it is, I'm grateful
Niggas think I left the town
But
thing, light skin
Niggaz will body over her like fuck it
With a scar by her left eye
Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks
Had
Harlem
Brooklyn and Queens
That 'New York State of Mind'
Where you're popping 'em thangs
The violence don't stop
The beef don't cease the money keep
Baby girl you Gettn Me High
Baby come and give me the light
Girl the aroma smells so nice
Meet me on cloud 9
Let's take a flight, tonight
You
caught missin' screw faces
He snapped out then he shot him out his shoelaces
All I know is screw faces
Catch a body and beat it to catch new cases
Locked
No one comes before family said
The same blood (Scattered under the light)
Left me
Trapped by the sirens
Sunrise
Marched onto decks... the new 9 to 5
the Facetime new
I'm in a different state of mind and a different state too
I jus hate the situation ion really hate you
And ion even think I could if I tried
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
We gon' send that boy up, he scared of heights
Back on the block, we rollin' dice
Girl, if you tryna fuck,
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
knee-cap (Ice) no cap
Mixed with Dom Pérignon with that Cognac (uh-oh)
Fake shit, I'on't know that, yo' new bitch my throwback
(Nipsey) I'm in
yourself
Crawl down
Brainfuck, God I pity you, castrated by several means
Lobotomizing silly routines and killing machines and state sanctioned strip shows
like I gotta carry the team
Don't thank me I'm just chasing my dream
On a new grind by any means
I can't be the same gotta go different themes
Feeling
Let's go!
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Anarchists put a flame to a tire, walk around with the fire 'round necks
Mankind gotta deal with a new kind of mind
and you
See your 7 rolling down 8th 9's will shoot at you
Catch 10 for a body you doing beautiful
9 11 with a v 12 we see you doing you
Well its C Nellz do
Put your food on the scale, food on the scale
Ayy, it's not everyday trap on Snap
You wanna test? It's fine by me
New era, hit 'em with the new
Don't let no body fuck up your high
Father, I lift up my son
I lift up anyone that travels with him and by his speed I pray that you go ahead of him
then few remember this
Anti-gangsta bitch, sporting new jewels
Plain Jane styles internal to the naked eye
Derived from mind states of Cold Crush tapes
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