Eat lyrics

[Intro: FatBoy SSE]
Yeah
When I was coming up, n*gga, 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, n*gga

[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun & FatBoy SSE]
I'm just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
I could tell how they move, n*ggas 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, n*gga (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

[Verse 1: FatBoy SSE]
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 n*gga 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 n*gga ain't stop and a n*gga ain't b*tch
b*tch, I had to eat
[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun & FatBoy SSE]
I'm just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
I could tell how they move, n*ggas 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, n*gga
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

[Verse 2: Cruch Calhoun]
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 n*ggas and tell you 'bout some b*tches
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 n*gga'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 b*tches 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 b*tches out here beggin' for a piece
I'm just tryna stack these dollars so my homies get a feast
n*gga, I'm just tryna eat
Yeah, I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna eat (FatBoy, what up, n*gga?)
Real sh*t, y'all n*ggas is doo, no homo
Don't get in my way
[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun & FatBoy SSE]
I'm just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
I could tell how they move, n*ggas 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 n*gga
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