Gotta Eat RXKNephew & Harry Fraud

[Intro]
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus]
We all gotta sleep, we all gotta eat
We all take a trip, and try to get it for cheap
We all got a voice, we all try and speak
I get it the best, I drop it off for cheap
We all gotta sleep, we all gotta eat
We mobbing, we deep, in the field with them cleats
Don't even speak, you wasn't 'round for it
Got him shot, he only paid a pound for it

[Verse 1]
Gone for a minute
Pop out, pole on him, strongarm a nigga, he been gone for a minute
Hit that road, he a interstate baby, that's how he was raised
Blinking my eyes, I'm tryna see thе road, I been up for days
Interstate baby, back to back, going crazy
She gon' drivе for a nigga, that's my number one lady
Hit the [?] see the grill, t-bone steak
Filet mignon, asparagus on my dinner plate
She looking at my face, knowing I don't wanna wait
Knowing I don't wanna date, knowing I ain't finna play
Strongarm me a nigga
Book a tick' and get gone with a nigga
Pick up the phone for a nigga
All headshot, boy got locked up, then he turned opp
I'll never turn on the spot
We got regulations, up high, he sedated
Throw me in your playlist, baby, they say Neph the greatest