Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Family 2 Feed , by - YSN Fab. Release date: 02.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Family 2 Feed |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Mmm, yeah |
| Misunderstood, yeah |
| Misunderstood, it’s not sittin' right |
| Can’t read your mind, what you feelin' like? |
| She asked what we are, I said just one night, yeah |
| Misunderstood, it’s not sittin' right |
| Can’t read your mind, what you feelin' like? |
| She asked what we are, I said just one night |
| Goin' hard for this music, make sacrifice |
| Up in the bouge is my new grime |
| Lost a couple bitch haters, my news shine |
| Iced Rollie like I froze time |
| Said I got it girl, but she don’t mind |
| I been up all night, the money never sleep |
| If you bite the hand that feeds you then you’ll never eat |
| Gotta pray 'fore I step out their sights, fi death on these streets |
| Makin' moves on the hush, so understand I keep it deep |
| Can’t tell if niggas are with me or if they finna leech |
| Promise if you reach, I lay your body down, leave you deceased |
| Niggas cappin', they never practise what they preach |
| I could care less about the fame 'cause I got family to feed |
| Ma it’s so cold and I’m so alone |
| I work in ambition, there’s no love |
| Permenant calls can be so dull |
| Fast money but she’s slow fuck |
| Yeah, life just like the soul is cold |
| Cuff her what’s the hold up? |
| Goin' through this bullshit |
| I’m like their car rolls up |
| And now I’m gettin' payed, from all the pain I pour on the page |
| They say when you gettin' money that you bound to change |
| Ain’t gon' lie, never met no one made me feel this way |
| I hate them niggas who only ride if you fill they tank |
| I know that pressure make diamonds so we don’t shine the same |
| If you ain’t been through the storm I’ma make you feel the rain |
| Gotta lotta T in my veins, ain’t gotta question me |
| I’m manifestin' my dreams, the Lord keep blessin' me |
| I got the sauce and they wanna know 'bout the recipe |
| If a nigga fuck with me it’s gon' be rest in peace |
| I’m feelin' locked in my mind like God gon' toss the keys |
| Rather be rich in my soul than have my pockets deep |
| When you pull you grind for more or just complain? |
| I been offerin' them drugs, need the prescription for the pain |
| I’m blind blowin' I’m startin' to feel like Wayne |
| Don’t want me a piece of pie, I want me the whole thing |
| Misunderstood, it’s not sittin' right |
| Can’t read your mind, what you feelin' like? |
| She asked what we are, I said just one night |
| Goin' hard for this music, make sacrifice |
| Up in the bouge is my new grime |
| Lost a couple bitch haters, my news shine |
| Iced Rollie like I froze time |
| Said I got it girl, but she don’t mind |
| I been up all night, the money never sleep |
| If you bite the hand that feeds you then you’ll never eat |
| Gotta pray 'fore I step out their sights, fi death on these streets |
| Makin' moves on the hush, so understand I keep it deep |