Young Nudy - How I Eat lyrics

Yeah
(Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off)
(20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock)

I pray to God that every day
I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep
When I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people
They won't get no peace
I'm trickin' niggas out they money
If I feel it free
I'm taxin' niggas out they money
If they think it cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea
(yeah) , don't think shit is sweet (yeah)
Thottie don't you peep
Shooters in the street (yeah)
Shooters on the corner
(yeah) , shooters where you live (yeah, yeah)



You better believe that you get
Money then ya gonna get, yeah
(yeah) you better believe that they were
Blind but they gon' see, yeah
(yeah)
You on the 'Gram, so it time to feast
You tried to teach 'em
Soundin' like you preachin' (yeah)
You know you speakin' everything
From the streets (Alright)
Everyday you thinking 'bout puttin'
On your piece
You drive a fast car, used to beat your feet
(Uh, huh) fuck a lot of hoes
There were times when you beat your meat
(Uh, huh) lookin' out that window
Only thing you can see
Is a fancy young nigga tryna make it free
(Uh, huh) you bang in this street
You tryna make sure you free (Uh, huh)
Gotta stack that money
These niggas wanna live free (Uh, huh)
Gotta get that money
You niggas wanna still eat (Uh, huh)
No handout nigga if you know me (Uh, huh)
Don't teach me nothin', not no OG (Uh, huh)
Learned my mistakes when I
Stepped through these streets (Uh, huh)
I do some shit that I can't come back from
That shit ain't beef (Uh, huh)
You know I get no sleep
I whack these niggas for the cheese
(Uh, huh) big God said "Thou shall not
Kill" but I gotta eat (Uh, huh)
I don't got no lick right now
But I got lick fee (Uh, huh)
Imagine if he was a opp
What he gon' do to me? (Uh, huh)
I'm tryna make it back to the fam
Man I gotta see (Uh, huh)
It's gon' be you or me

I pray to God that every day
I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep
When I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people
They won't get no peace
I'm trickin' niggas out they money
If I feel it free
I'm taxin' niggas out they money
If they think it cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea
(yeah) , don't think shit is sweet (yeah)
Thottie don't you peep
Shooters in the street (yeah)
Shooters on the corner
(yeah) , shooters where you live (yeah, yeah)

Pull up in the 'partment
(Uh) , we at PDE (Uh)
Servin' out the 'partment
(Uh) , used to be a arson (O oh)
Rollin' like the Carter
(yeah) , pull up, place your order (Oh)
Drop the chicken in the grease
And then it get harder (Uh, huh)
Serve your mama, father, big rock spoiler
(Uh) sellin' nothin' but glasshouse
Trappin' twenty-four
(Uh, huh) , this is the cash out pull up
Collect my money like I work
For a Brinks truck (yeah)
Hold my paper, ain't choke a nigga
I gotta slap you (yeah)
That 45 Glock get active (yeah)
And don't try to run 'cause you
Know I got some accuracy (yeah)
I don't wanna kill or murder 'bout
It but don't play with me (yeah)
If I have to drop a body
It come 'bout the principles (Uh, huh)
Then I gotta smoke a lot of weed
Feel like Mystikal (Uh, huh)
Gotta duck off in a hotel
Hope they don't tell (Uh, huh)
If you real, you can relate to me
It is oh well (Uh, huh)

I pray to God that every day
I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep
When I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people
They won't get no peace
I'm trickin' niggas out they money
If I feel it free
I'm taxin' niggas out they money
If they think it cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea
(yeah) , don't think shit is sweet (yeah)
Thottie don't you peep
Shooters in the street (yeah)
Shooters on the corner
(yeah) , shooters where you live (yeah, yeah)

Uh huh let a nigga take somethin' from me
That ain't for real uh huh
Uh huh