Gotta Eat (feat. TYP)

Still always into something
Ain't never been to Compton
But I'm still smoking trees like a forest fire, often
These streets I was raised in is not where I'm walking
These days, freeze-frame, let the pictures do the talking
'Cause these people off they Kevin Gates
They really, really, really, off the henny
With these two phones ringing all daily
Driving to the spot in them 98' Mercedes
'Cause you either on the drugs or you selling them in Langley
Where the Olde English run down my throat like it's water every day
And the yay got me talking my shit
Now I got a dime bitch on my arm
Popping xannies at the bar
Spit some bars, do some shows and get rich, thats the plan yall
And I been working since like 13 on it
All I wanted was them Jordans with the blue suede on 'em
And my dealer wanted me to come and push weight for him
And the money low, so I might have to push weight for him
That's real, these kids up in my city snorting rails and popping pills
These bangers in my city kill each other over deals
And now they momma crying 'cause they locked up in a jail
And now you listen to it and you call that shit trill?

Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Everybody, everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
'Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta make ends meet, when you be up in these mother fucking streets (HA)
'Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat, gotta eat
'Cause everybody, everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat, gotta eat (Huh?)

Getting up, getting down, getting 'round
Getting everywhere inside of this town, yeah I seen some shit
And for the time being I'ma have to plead the fifth
But I can tell you methamphetamina be the reasoning (WOO)
I'm from 72 Ave, the bitches is too bad
The junkies is all here, my homies it's real sad
Ain't a killer like some have
But at least I be realer than Troy Ave, and that's real talk
Yesterday I saw a body on the sidewalk
I put the work in so that next year I'm not (Hard work)
But I can still say "fuck cops"
Puff the green and sip the real lean to hit the sweet spot
And the beat drop when we hot
Got 23's no reeboks
Now they want what we got
We bout action, they bout talk
They talk shit we go...
'Cause when it comes to us you like burger king
But I am the king, yo that's food for thought

'Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
'Cause everybody, everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
'Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta make ends meet, when you be up in these mother fucking streets (HA)
'Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat, gotta eat
'Cause everybody, everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta eat, gotta eat (HA)

(Uh)
All we do is pop bottles
Kick game full throttle
Bitch, I'm not a role model
All I do is fuck models
Philosophy high key
Yeah bitch, call me Aristotle
I be out here just cooling
The ladies love me, they drooling
My power level be pooling
And y'all know business is booming
Just ask Khaled, I could write a ballad
Beat it up and toss it up
But yo this ain't a salad, we eating
Coming up, I leave my enemies seething
Y'all be just babies, still teething
This rap shit easy like breathing
I be just flexing, coming up finessing
Leave your girl with me and you know she be undressing
Shit be popping quick, Smith and Wesson
I be coming up quick, but this ain't "Views From The 6"
6-0-4 on my back, don't get confused with the mix
Yeah, we eating and hustling, you know what I be saying
Young prince of Vancity I'm going super saiyan

Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Everybody, everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
'Cause everybody gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Gotta make ends meet, when you be up in these mother fucking streets (HA)

(God damn, Zak, you killed this shit)