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Chorus
Ain't no way that you ain't eatin' when they pay for food
If you scared then go to church or you should stay in school
But stay on 50, these young niggas love to play with tools Brrr
On top of that we catchin' bullets from the Navy Blues B-b-boom

Verse 1
Got all this pressure on my head top
But I don't ever sell my soul, keep it deadstock
You know I'm married to the hustle, this is wedlock
Out in the jungle, could you make it out of bedrock
Yeah, just call me Fred, ain't talkin' to no fed
Ain't talkin' to no bird that just want me for my bread, yeah
Respect is earned, these cookies gettin' burned
That cookie had his turn, movin' forward, you should learn, yeah

Chorus
Ain't no way that you ain't eatin' when they pay for food
Pay for food
If you scared then go to church or you should stay in school
Stay in school
But stay on 50, these young niggas love to play with tools Brrrr
On top of that we catchin' bullets from the Navy Blues B-b-boom

Verse 2
The end is near, I feel it, I'm aware
The Devil always workin' and he never playin' fair
The Devil in her eyes, I can see it when she stare
She say that love a lie, she don't need nobody there, yeah
That's too much pressure for a head top
Out in the jungle, could you make it out of bedrock
Yeah, I need a Wilma, a really real one
You know I'd kill one for my real one
One hand wash the other, both wash the face
I don't need my hand flooded, cop a solid face
I'm just here to get the money and I'm out the way
Rain, sleet, hail, sunny, it be out today
Jump out the bed, ain't talkin' to no fed
Ain't talkin' to no bird that just want me for my bread, yeah
Respect is earned, this cookie gettin' burned
That cookie had his turn, movin' forward, you should learn, yeah
Don't want this pressure on your head top
'Cause I don't ever sell my soul, keep it deadstock
You know I'm married to the hustle, this is wedlock
And I'm just tryna do my own thing, my own thing
I was off the drugs, I would cop a whole thing
Love for my plug, you threw me the whole thing
Can't get caught in traffic, it'd turn to road rage
I feel like Shakur, I woke up to no change, yeah
Still need to love, it's what I came to do
Know that you can't change the world without changin' you
Wit' your reigns on fire, we too flame to bull
Play the game all time 'til it play with you

Chorus
Ain't no way that you ain't eatin' when they pay for food
If you scared then go to church or you should stay in school
But stay on 50, these young niggas love to play with tools
On top of that we catchin' bullets from the Navy Blues

Outro
Blues, blues, yeah
But I'ma count the blues, blues, blues, yeah
Just tryna fight the blues, blues, blues, yeah
Just tryna stay in tune, in tune, with you, with you, yeah