Rachel - רחל - Food on the Table Pt. 1 lyrics

(*talking*) Food on the table, see when I became a man I realized, it wasn't about what these n***as was Saying about me, it wasn't about what these hoes Was saying about me, it was about me staying focused And making my dreams come true [Lil' O] They say don't work you don't eat, it's a fact of life And n***as like me, got appetites Sometimes you got a chance it, and snatch the dice And say f** friends, if they ain't acting right Never look back, till you get your a**ets right Make these n***as be like yeah, dog your a** was right Cause the streets slay us up, like a sacrifice All my n***as dead and gone, in they afterlife But I recall when they said, I was acting shife Cause I stay one deep, in my Lac tonight From the grind n***a, trying to make my stash look right Lil n***a big dreams, all I had was Christ To just, listen to my pain (heey) I'm a hustla, I ain't in it for the fame Can't you see, I'm trying to get a little change Why you n***as, won't let me do my thang But f** y'all though [Hook: Lil' O & Rachel - 2x] Cause as long, as I'm able To always put food, on the table (I'll be alright) See as long, as I'm able To always put food, on the table (I'll stay on my grind) [Lil' O] See it's two choices in life, win or lose I said I make my own way, I will bend the rules Keep my eyes on the prize, never tend to lose Be careful bout the broads, and the friends I choose Cause they extra baggage But f** these n***as dog, get your cabbage They just gon hate, cause you extra lavish But I'm a guerilla, so I'm extra savage It's hard to hit me, when I'm lonely I know God is with me And if I gotta k** a few n***as, then Lord forgive me Cause desperately, y'all gon tell me To go get the Glock and lick shots, till all is empty Respect the game, I went from the Houpe to the Lexus Range If your broad chose me, then check your dame Fat Rat with the Cheese, man respect the name It get's no realer [Hook - 2x] [Lil' O] See I don't got no friends Cause ain't nobody here, when I ain't got no ends And won't nobody roll, if I ain't got no Benz Sometimes I feel, like I ain't got no win I ain't got no girl, I ain't got no hoes Cause they ain't there, when I ain't got no dough And they won't bop, if I ain't got no shows Sometimes I feel like, I ain't got no soul All I have, is the Lord Sweet Jesus Help me wage war, with the non-believers These n***as want me dead, for numerous reasons But through faith in you, Lord I'm still here breathing Strive and achieving, hoes not leaving Boys throwing slugs at me, I'm bobbing and weaving Much love to my n***as, that committed no treason f** everybody else, this is what I believe in [Hook - 2x] (Rachel) I'll be alright, I'll be alright Stay on my grind, you'll be alright Stay on your grind, cause it'll be alright Alright, alright, alright Oooh-oooh, stay on your grind, heey