F.F.T Intro

Yah Yah

It’s food for thought

Substance for the soul

Not a new Era ****, no cap

Real spill for the field

From the streets to the beat

It’s Richie

2021 They wonder what my minds no

I’m just tryna to generate money in different time zones

I’m just tryna to get out the struggle, and get my grind on

I’m just tryna to count up some M’s, before my time is blown

And leave it to my kids in a will

Cause the thought of having nothing making **** wanna steal

Run up in the bank and tell him, give me all the bills

Or hustle out the house to pay the rent, can you feel me

I had to wash my hands them shits was filthy

From bagging up dope, had my momma wanna kill me

Kicked me out at 16 I’m jeopardizing the Section 8

But drugs that I sold put food on the dinner plate

I hit the streets as a teen and got some dough up out it

Making mo money than yo momma, what u know about it

I’m falling victim to what ended my pops, but he ain’t here to guide me

So I’m out here getting this knots

And I realize, that I can see the pin or get shot

But once u Live the life it really ain’t that easy to stop

Family depending on a ****, like I’m first aid

I’m tryna bandage the wounds of making Minimum wage

The system claim we born free, but work us like we slaves

Shoot us while we unarmed and I ain’t even amazed

They tried to strip us of the Knowledge but we read the page

Turned around and bred hatred and we took the stage

Gained the hearts of their children, and it’s building rage

They wanna be just like us, it’s a Damn shame

All the hating they did, and we still gain

Making something out of nothing each and everyday

Gotta hustle Gotta grind each and every way

Yah It’s Richie

Food for thought, Substance for the soul

Real spill for the field, From the streets to the beat

You know what it is (it’s Richie)