Eat - FatBoy SSE, CRUCH CALHOUN

Yeah

When I was coming up, nigga, we had to get it how we live

We had to do what we had to do

Couldn’t depend on nobody, I got it myself, nigga

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell how they move, niggas ain’t loyal

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell you how it feel when that bank low

I’m just tryna eat, yeah (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell you how it feel when you starve, nigga (FatBoy)

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could show you how it feel when you gone, if you block me tryna eat

I could tell you 'bout no heat, I could tell you 'bout the cold

I could tell you 'bout no lights, I could tell you 'bout the stove

I could tell you 'bout a lot, I could tell you 'bout my life

I could tell you 'bout the money, only thing made it right

I could tell you being locked in, twenty-three and one

A whole week passed, I ain’t even see the sun

My all-week pass, used to get it with the gun

Me and my homies, we was crippin' straight for fun

Throwin' up C and we baggin' up coke

Standin' in Josh, wishin' for some hope

Fiends runnin' up 'cause I had the best dope

Prayin' to myself like I am the hood Pope

A nigga couldn’t imagine, had to hold down the crib

I was poppin' those Percs, I was takin' those sticks

I got cut with a machete right on my wrist

But a nigga ain’t stop and a nigga ain’t bitch

Bitch, I had to eat

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell how they move, niggas ain’t loyal

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell you how it feel when that bank low

I’m just tryna eat, yeah (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell you how it feel when you starve, nigga

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could show you how it feel when you gone, if you block me tryna eat

I could tell you 'bout the drugs, I could tell you 'bout the plugs

Could tell you 'bout the trap, man, tell you 'bout the clubs

Could tell you 'bout some niggas and tell you 'bout some bitches

I could tell you 'bout the hatin' and tell you 'bout the love

Could tell you 'bout the come up and tell you 'bout the broke

Tell you 'bout the times wen we went to rob the nigga’s show

I could tell you 'bout some Bloods and tell you 'bout some Locs

I could tell you how to eat, get in my way, they gettin' smoked

Bougie bitches yellin' and I can’t stand 'em

Drink Henny 'til I can’t stand up

Bunch of blue blood drippin' off my bandana

Set trip, make your set dip, Santana

You NY’s, blow a missile through your antennas, yeah

Scaredy said he ready for the beef

While these thirsty ass bitches out here beggin' for a piece

I’m just tryna stack these dollars so my homies get a feast

Nigga, I’m just tryna eat

Yeah, I’m just tryna, I’m just tryna eat (FatBoy, what up, nigga?)

Real shit, y’all niggas is doo, no homo

Don’t get in my way

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell how they move, niggas ain’t loyal

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell you how it feel when that bank low

I’m just tryna eat, yeah (I'm just tryna eat)

I could tell you how it feel when you starve nigga

I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)

I could show you how it feel when you gone, if you block me tryna eat