| Most these niggas ain’t tryna see you win
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| And I can’t trust nobody
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| Not interested in being friends
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| It’s free all of my niggas till my niggas free again
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| Went in blind through these Cartier’s I can see again
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| I’m Roddy Ricch but I remember back when I was broke
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| Niggas' strugglin' on that dollar menu now it’s full course
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| Went from standing on that corner, now I’m standing on a boat
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| Bitch I bossed up, I done gave a lot of niggas hope
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| Yeah aye be careful who you choose lil' nigga
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| My youngin grab a stick with the tool lil' nigga
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| Really thuggin' so you better keep it cool lil' nigga
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| Grab your backpack and go to school lil' nigga
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| Cause these streets ain’t for everybody
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| You lose your niggas in the coldest ways
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| You take the L, the snitch get 40 days
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| Your bitch be gone like 'andale'
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| My niggas tired of being underpaid
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| So we trapping for a hundred days nigga
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| I remember I was certified broke
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| And I got up off my ass started juggin' for a note
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| Young nigga hit a stain and got washed up
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| Free my niggas on the game they got locked up
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| I pour a pint for all my niggas who can’t shine with me
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| And pour up Ace for all my niggas who alive with me
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| And fuck a nigga who ain’t tryna take the time with me
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| And take my niggas worldwide if they grind with me
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| Where were you when I was broke
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| Being broke was so annoying
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| When these other niggas shining but you know you can’t afford it
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| So I be trapping heavy from the night till the morning
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| State prison took my niggas we just tryna pay the mortgage
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| How they all make count with all these cases
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| Talking bout my struggle but you know I ain’t complacent
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| I was sixteen when I got it out the basement
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| And Bird seen the vision yeah we gotta make it
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| Certified broke but the name rich
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| Producers talking touchdown but they ain’t switch
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| And if a nigga switched up I don’t blame shit
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| Don’t got no time for a nigga or a lame bitch
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| Diving in 'bout to cop a whole Wraith on these niggas
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| I go to Ruth Chris cause I’m bout to eat steak on these niggas
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| I take the charge so they won’t stack one more case on my nigga
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| We surviving cause this shit ain’t gon make it my nigga
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feed tha Streets , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Feed tha Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп