Feed My Family ft. Bandboy Lyrics

Yo, this shit really ain't a secret I gotta keep it G, it ain't no other way to keep it

All these niggas talk too much They use they cameras and record too much

Yo, I done seen it all Apply pressure to any nigga, he big or small

Keep runnin' the streets, stay out the prison yard

Give me the work in a small town, I get it off

I dish it off like a give and go I'm the point, you the center, nigga, we runnin

A pick and roll Let me speak to your boss, don't fuck with

middle men I'm only here for the bucks like Chris Middleton

Bunch of metaphors and synonyms Like P. Diddy, and the family, I'm all about

The Benjamins I got racks all in my Fanny

I'm just tryna feed my family Live the hard-knock life and I ain't talkin

Annie Flex every chance I get so they can't stand

Me Tired of sellin' pounds, I need a Grammy

Shit ain't been the same without my granny Bunch of steppas in a Toyota Camry

That's what's fuckin' with my family

Niggas couldn't fuck with me on my worst day Violate, that shit funeral and hearse day

Every Sunday morning, it was a church day The narc's thirsty and it ain't even Thursday

Stay off the radar Niggas got hate in they blood like they was

Adolf Studio sessions every day, like what's a

Day off? I don't see none of these niggas like I was

Ray Charles Nah, I ain't one of them Migo's, but watch

Him Takeoff WOOH! I do this for my niggas that might never

Make a way And I can't go back on my word, I mean everything

I say I swear these niggas phony

How you walk around hatin' on your homie? When I feel alone, I look up, talk to mami

Niggas love to talk about catchin' bodies But they ain't the one that's goin' to jail

For a homie They ain't goin' to jail for no homie

I got racks all in my Fanny I'm just tryna feed my family

Live the hard-knock life and I ain't talkin' Annie Flex every chance I get so they can't stand me

I see niggas turn informant when they used to be official

A bitch up and leave as soon as you think she with you

Have your family front row of the church cryin' in tissue

The streets'll trick you right out your spot, don't let them trick you

I thank God, every day my kid's lives is good Know, I'm a threat to niggas' livelihood

If you get a opportunity, then take it, son You probably should, I buy em all right now

If the pies is good, I don't wait in the wind Cause I ain't waitin' to win

Handle it in the beginnin', I don't wait to the end

Saved a hundred thousand dollars, then I saved it again

And if I ever said it once, I'd say it again