Suppose To Eat

Mama said son you better

Mama said son you better keep your ass up

Mama said son You better

Mama said son you better keep your ass up off these streets

I said nah don’t worry ma

You know I stay with my heat

Late night on my grind

How you think the fam gone sleep

Too much on my plate

How the fuck you think I’m suppose to eat

Mama said son you better keep your ass up off these streets

I said nah don’t worry ma

You know I stay with my heat

Late night on my grind

How you think the fam gone sleep

Too much on my plate

How the fuck you think I’m suppose to eat

Too busy getting money

How the fuck you think I’m suppose to sleep

I do it for the fam

I know that they believe in me

I do it for my grams

She in heaven smiling down on me

I got it out the mud

I can’t give you **** the recipe

Break it down and bag it

Use to get my shit up out the streets

Money don’t fold let it rot and stack it real neat

Chopper going stupid hit ya crew and put you to sleep

Money over bitches that’s the way my OG’s taught me

Smoking on that OG got me coughing put me to sleep

Boy you bet not play I set my young **** up for a creep

For a creep for a creep

Let my young **** up off that leash

Off that leash

Get him out let him out

Mama said son you better keep your ass up off these streets

I said nah don’t worry ma

You know I stay with my heat

Late night on my grind

How you think the fam gone sleep

Too much on my plate

How the fuck you think I’m suppose to eat

Mama said son you better keep your ass up off these streets

I said nah don’t worry ma

You know I stay with my heat

Late night on my grind

How you think the fam gone sleep

Too much on my plate

How the fuck you think I’m suppose to eat