Jae Millz - I Gotta Eat lyrics

[Verse 1] Fred, know how we all cake – brick of raw weight Picture me gettin’ 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 ‘til my n***as get 150 a bundle I’m on the block, holler – top dollar I’m talkin’ 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, now I’m warming up Millz hit my phone and said he got a beat sponsored links Well bring a fork and a plate, n***a, I gotta eat [Hook] Crusin’ in my jeep Thinkin’ of a master plan, why these n***as sleep? And while these n***as sleep, I’m out here in these streets Chasin’ 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] 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 chillin’… ‘Til the mansion four floors, all the walls got awards And my team ain’t gotta work n***as say my time is comin’, 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 ferry That 850, I got a n***a savin’ 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] Yes – I ain’t ask to be boss, but I appear to Teks under the seat, keep checkin’ the 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’s crib Word is, n***as ain’t rob him, but his man did (damn shame) We keep that in the circle Three stacks for the purple, you need that if it’s work, dude See? Always pullin’ on these two straps like Urkel Move back, I’ll hurt you – shoot back and merk you I call it extortin’, y’all call it payin’ dues Like I’m dolo at a table with a plate of food Up North is dead ‘til it’s read in the Daily News Player’s Ball, I play the wall in my gator shoes [Hook]