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Empty Stomach
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fridayy
Fridayy
Vocals
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fridayy
Fridayy
Songwriter
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Songwriter
Darrien Overton
Darrien Overton
Songwriter
Francis LeBlanc
Francis LeBlanc
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fridayy
Fridayy
Producer
Dinuzzo
Dinuzzo
Producer
Blvck
Blvck
Co-Producer
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Recording Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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'nem 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'nem 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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