Fred The Godson - I Gotta Eat lyrics

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson] Fred, know how we all cake – brick of raw weight Picture me getting rich, not using poor traits I orchestrate to pay bills I can shoot a jump shot with a bag of money, Jae Millz What up, sir? Got the bright tan fur On the phone with the left hand while the right hand stir Think about all the money we run through Won't stop ‘till my n***as get 150 a bundle I'm on the block, holler – top dollar I'm talking G money, like Nino with the Rottweiler Blackjack at the casino with some guap fallin' Sit back just like in the back of that Impala TV and block work, I'm on it, what? Fred hot out here, nah, I'm warming up Millz hit my phone and said he got a beat Well, bring a fork and a plate, n***a, I gotta eat [Hook: Jae Millz] Crusing in my jeep Thinking of a master plan, why these n***as sleep? And while these n***as sleep, I'm out here in these streets Chasing dead presidents ‘cause a n***a gotta eat Yeah, n***a, I gotta eat No food on the table, then the fam can't sleep I pray to God I don't k** a n***a But if I do, God'll be with it, n***a [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Only time can tell how the clock tick Cold-a** Coupe, R&B hot chick Three personalities, call me tri-polar Heard my enemy got cancer – good, he'll die slower I'm thinkin' d**h – ‘cause life seems scary Just pa** the gravy, on his whole hood, Hail Mary I ain't chilling ‘Till the mansion four floors, all the walls got awards And my team ain't gotta worry n***as say my time is coming, it'd better hurry ‘Cause millions I'm tryna bury before I'm buried My chick early twenties but she think like she 30 Yeah, she roll with me, so I gotta make her closet furry That 850, I got a n***a saving his chips ‘Cause right along with that I need the four-door 6 Grand Coupin', translucent roofin' That's why my grind's stupid, stupid [Hook] [Verse 3: Vado] Yes - I ain't ask to be boss, but I appear to Techs under the seat, keep checkin' my rearview Never duck when it's beef, bread, I give a clear view Feel who in the streets? Come try me, I dare you Damn kids don't understand, live Just know to die or ride for who their fam is After the dark, Allah, scram in my man crib Word is, n***as ain't rob him, but his man did We keep that in the circle Three stacks for the purple, you need that if it's work You see? Always pulling on these two straps like Urkel Move back, I'll hurt you – shoot back and murk you I call it extorting, y'all call it paying dues Like I'm dolo at a table with a plate of food Up North is dead ‘till it's read in the Daily News Player's Ball, I play the wall in my gator shoes [Hook]