Family Eat - Project Youngin, Ralo

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