I Gotta Eat [feat. Fred The Godson & Vado]

[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 niggas 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

Well bring a fork and a plate, nigga, I gotta eat

[Hook:]

Crusin' in my jeep

Thinkin' of a master plan, why these niggas sleep?

And while these niggas sleep, I'm out here in these streets

Chasin' dead presidents 'cause a nigga gotta eat...

Yeah nigga, I gotta eat

No food on the table, then the fam' can't sleep

I pray to God I don't kill a nigga

But if I do, God'll be with it, nigga

[Verse 2:]

Only time can tell how the clock tick

Cold-ass Coupe, R&B hot chick

Three personalities, call me tri-polar

Heard my enemy got cancer – good, he'll die slower

I'm thinkin' death – 'cause life seems scary

Just pass 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

Niggas 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 nigga 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, niggas 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]