Lyrics Family Eat - Project Youngin, Ralo

Family Eat

Ayy
Everybody turned they back on a nigga, huh?
I’ll show you fuck niggas, ayy, ayy
A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me
But I ain’t trippin', know them stacks on me, and that’s facts on G
Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap
And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free
I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I fuck these hoes for free
Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me
I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets
So I’m strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real
I started crack slangin', never gang banging, tryna eat
Baby maintainin', phone steady rangin', road runnin'
To that money, gettin' rich on US-19
Used to jugg the straight drop but now I remix everything
Call me the finesse king, get it hard and hit the interstate
Hit the GMC for cutlery, rock a 728
Now who you know go from a Vic to a zip?
Four times a week, twelve hundred profit each flip
'Long as it’s profit bitch I’m 'bout it, let me make that clip
Soon as he snort it, let that dope, know it’s numbin' his lips
God blessed me with a talent, spot a buddy off rip
Ask if he party, he respond his number, goin' in his flip, ayy
Give him a free one, don’t trip, ayy
I steal your buddy, don’t slip
Florida boy, I never seen snow but sold a lot of blow
I love this money, I ain’t goin' back broke, bitch
A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me
But I ain’t trippin', know them stacks on me, and that’s facts on G
Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap
And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free
I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I fuck these hoes for free
Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me
I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets
So I’m strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real
I put that food on the table, now we all full
A young nigga, got more wings than a Red Bull
You can’t named a nigga try me, ain’t did shit to 'em
My young niggas keep beggin' me just to tell 'em do it
Come to my hood, you gotta be ahk to cross the gate
They live for free and they ain’t never had no section eight
They keep talkin' 'bout the opps, I know that won' never stop
We shoot that shit up block to block, we do this shit in front of cops
We gon' jump on every nigga ask us for a one
Don’t ask me who this shit about, this shit for everyone
Fuck a day one, I shoot him up on day two
All my niggas 'round me new, don’t make me have to let 'em loose
They’ll get wild, keep beggin' me Ralo just let me shoot
All my shooters keep tellin' me they need somethin' to do
We gon' shoot this bitch up, like we got some shit to prove
All them niggas lost hope, like they ain’t got shit to lose
A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me
But I ain’t trippin', know them stacks on me, and that’s facts on G
Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap
And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free
I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I fuck these hoes for free
Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me
I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets
So I’m strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real