Lil Baby and Rylo Rodriguez - Eat Or Starve

Cook that shit up Quay

I come from the 'partments it was bad
Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had
It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never thought it'd be like this
But now I got the money, so every day we lit

By the time I turned ten I was running wild, listening to Juvenile
Staying at my grandma house, my mama got put out
I've been through some shit that you would never know
But I keep a smile, I can't let it show
I was fifteen Jock and Dee, caught a murder case
Runnin' with the robbers, man I know we upped the murder rates
I was sittin' in jail when Lil' Man got shot in his face
Damn that shit bad, they say that's my neice dad
Brian got killed
That shit crazy, you can't listen what you hear
They tried to say we made the hit, but look-a-here
I love that nigga like my brother, that's for real
That's for real

I come from the 'partments it was bad
Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had
It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never though it'd be like this
But now I got the money, so every day we lit

25-cent froze cups in the hood
Me and Tyrone playing nick-a-knock in the bricks up no good
Had a walkie talkie watching for the 12 tryna make a sale
Lil' Joe ain't even kill nobody, but he got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though I ain't get a cap and gown
Want me to hit it raw, dawg?
200 for that pussy, gee baby don't you play hardball
Lil' Pooh them bring them rods out
Ice on me, can't thaw it out
Fuck this drink might pour it out
Chain look like I'm showing out
Xans, but I ain't goin' out
Sales coming in and out
We just tryna sew the block
Grind off of my stash box
If she try to throw me out

I come from the 'partments it was bad
Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had
It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never though it'd be like this
But now I got the money, so every day we lit

Written by:
Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Rylo Rodriguez

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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