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Empty Stomach
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INTERPRÉTATION
Fridayy
Fridayy
Chant
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Fridayy
Fridayy
Paroles/Composition
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Paroles/Composition
Darrien Overton
Darrien Overton
Paroles/Composition
Francis LeBlanc
Francis LeBlanc
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Fridayy
Fridayy
Production
Dinuzzo
Dinuzzo
Production
Blvck
Blvck
Co‑production
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Ingénierie de prise de son
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm Mm-hm-mm-mm Mm-mm Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm Mm-hm-mm-mm-mm I was chasin' my dreams on a empty stomach I was standin' in VIP while my rent was due I was sneakin' backstage with the stars while my shit was growling I ain't eat nothin' all day, just some bread and jelly, mm I got a hundred beats, hundred songs in my pocket They ain't even hear my shit, they say, "Youngin, keep grindin'" (keep grindin') I ain't tryna hear this grindin' shit, I'm starvin' (mm) Somebody show me where the money at, I'ma walk in (uh) Just know my momma 'em they countin' on me, you know? Everybody back home keep sayin' that they proud of me, how? Only if they knew that I ain't have a dime on me, yeah, uh Have you ever been so fucked up, you just get down on your knees, oh? Uh, yeah-yeah, uh (mm, whoa, whoa-whoa) uh, uh Mm, whoa Whoa-whoa Mm, oh, oh, oh-oh Uh, I had to get it I had to scrap up these pennies I was sellin' my beats for like 50 I was just tryna eat, do you feel me? Swear to God, it was hurtin' my soul (hurtin' my soul) Put my heart in this shit like I'm Kobe (shit like I'm Kobe) I was cookin' all night on that stove Just so I wouldn't sleep on that floor No, no, no, I couldn't give up (no) I know my God was just testin' me Momma she call me, she say I'm the one I know she just said a few prayers for me I know this shit, it was meant for me I'm on the come-up, I'm tryna get to it They bringin' my name in this industry Niggas is startin' to notice me I was chasin' my dreams on a empty stomach I was standin' in VIP, while my rent was due I was sneakin' backstage with the stars while my shit was growling I ain't eat nothin' all day, just some bread and jelly, mm I got hundred beats, hundred songs in my pocket (pocket) They ain't even hear my shit, they say, "Youngin, keep grindin'" (grindin') I ain't tryna hear this grindin' shit, I'm starvin' (oh, oh) Somebody show me where the money at, I'ma walk in (uh) Just know my momma 'em they countin' on me, you know? Everybody back home keep sayin' that they proud of me, how? Only if they knew that I ain't have a dime on me, yeah (mm) Have you ever been so fucked up, you just get down on your knees, oh?
Writer(s): Darrien Overton, Francis Leblanc Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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