Eat - Young M.A.

Letra Eat - Young M.A.

[Verse: Young M.A]

It's Red Lyfe

It's Red Lyfe

Nobody safe anymore

Had to wake you niggas up, I couldn't wait anymore

Got so much shit on my mind, couldn't think anymore

I swear when this album drop they gon' hate me some more

You gonna see red everywhere

Like a steak when it's raw

F*** around and call me M.A Shakur

Imma take them to war

Top of the hill

That's me waving that sword

Couldn't wait to be on

These rappers hate to be born

Speaking of birth, I just wanna thank my mother

For having me after she had my brother

All that pain and that suffer

She ain't just have us natural, the doctors they had to cut her (I love you ma)

C section but what a blessing

Who would've guessed that the next best is

Nobody expected, me a she

Nigga, accept it I'm here

I swear to god I ain't scared of these niggas

Damn, I'm must really put fear in these niggas

Because they call me a dyke, a faggot, a gay bitch

I ain't shit, that hate shit, that hatred, goddamn

That just make them look less of a man, fam

And to sit on y'all is part of the damn plan

They just mad cause I beat the pussy like bam bam

Because I'm making these bitches twerk on a handstand

Nobody's talking that talk, the walk I talk it duke

Word to Skype, how I see it is how I call it dude

I open doors that they walking through

Not to brag but it's important, too

Cause they'll forget like I ain't killed shit

Like an abortion true

Don't you knew it's Redlyfe, nigga we call it red if you call it blue

And while you guys, too busy bringing them foreigns through

Yeah, flexing and stunting, doing what ballers do

I leave with your bitch at the same club you brought her to

If she a cougar, I tell her to bring her daughter too

When I was broke, I never hated I just waited to flex

Cause in my mind I already I knew I was next

Now I all I do is finesse

Straight bands got a few in his TEC

Like jail calls, all I do is collect

My stress level up but this is what I do when I'm stressed

I make her go down like the sun doing the set

I hear you talking but I don't consider you as a threat

Like what's the name? You don't consider who as a threat?

Exactly, it's M.A nigga I move as a threat

They tryna knock me and it's funny cause they doing they best

Shake the haters off like a dog do when it's wet

I'm one down on them like a dog do when it fetch

Rollie face blue look like somebody losing they breath

It's cool, they can hate still ain't losing a check

Real niggas know what's up, I ain't losing respect

I'm like blood, I let the bars move through your flesh

The more fame, the more problems man believe me

But I ain't going nowhere nigga, they need me

I eat this hating shit for breakfast, ah they feed me

To beat me is like climbing mountains, the three peaks

Niggas mad cause my bitch bad

We throw ones on strippers

Then we watch them stuff racks in they tip bag

I used to sell O's by the zip bag

Now we smoke fronto, not no zig zags

My goons in the fields, not the internet

I hate when niggas use the internet to send a threat

FED's watching, so we ain't really into that

That's your life, you gotta live with that

When that hate don't work they start telling lies

That's real shit, that's why these haters becoming like flies

Get it, don't let these lines go over your mind

But I'ma keep shitting, on 'em I hope you don't mind

All that hating and they still ain't paid, yet

By the way, I got a 100 bands stuffed in these beige sweats

Got bags full of money, still ain't been to the bank yet

Not really have time to deposit these chase checks

I used to chase checks, now that money coming

I'm talking fast, real fast like that money running

Blue dye on my hands from all that money touching

Blue dye on my pants from all that money rubbing

Damn, I got a lotta bash for that phone shit

Just the ones that think they know, but never know shit

Shawty knew I was just playing on some joke shit

Yeah, the Henny played a part we drunk the whole shit

Man, they gotta understand this is just some road shit

We just be fuc*** around, regular show shit

I wasn't gonna say nothing was gonna hold shit

But they made it seem like I was on some hoe shit, never that

I been humble and I'm still humble

And to the ones who turned on me, I still love you

Keyz said "bro f*** 'em they gon' still bump you"

And all these hoes that wanna f*** you, they gon' still want to

You know haters gon' dickride they gon' still suck you

And all these groupie niggas they gon' still bug you

Just don't let the devil take your good spirits from you

Just pray on it, stay focused keep your vision tunneled

I love my team, I swear it's like we move in a huddle

I don't let this shit affect me, I move in a bubble

I swear my haters move in a bundle

It's like they all come together like a fuc*** puzzle

Til that thing go click like a seat buckle

But I just smoke and sip the Henny 'til I'm seeing double

My money long I can't afford to even be in trouble

Accomplished so much I ain't tryna see it crumble

Been working so much that I don't even see the hustle

I just been flexing like you seen a muscle

Fighting these demons they don't see the rumble

Hold the ball, they rather see you fumble

You act so low, they rather be above you

You need a drink, naw I need a couple

I'm just being honest, I'm being real

I swear I'm being modest

I don't gotta be fly, I'm fly in my pockets

I rather invest money and triple my profit

The fliest niggas be broke and it's eating they conscience

Cause they pretend and they try to wear all these designers

You call it designer, I call it disguising

M.A speaking that knowledge, yeah I had to remind 'em

Gotta preach 'em that real

Gotta teach 'em that trill

In this game is no love, either kill or be killed

I get head from your bitch and it's f*** how they feel

I ain't tryna be funny but I get dough like a dil

Give me all attention, I need all the attention

Bout to drop me a tape, collect all the commission

My goons ready for war, told 'em hold they position

They like M.A are you sure I'm ready to blow with the Smith &

But they don't understand controversy made me hot

So how the f*** think you the haters gon' make me stop

They forgot that Dr. Watkins post made me pop

I love this shit, this the shit that really made me guap

Anyway I'm done talking to 'em, back to this money

Some of y'all is a joke and I laugh cause it's funny

But I'ma go and sip this tea, yo pass me the honey

It's M.A and I'm back on my bully

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