Empty Stomach

Fridayy

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    Mmh, mhm-mhm
    Mmh, mhm-mhm
    Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh

    I was chasing my dreams on a empty stomach
    I was standing in VIP while my rent was due
    I was sneaking backstage with the stars while my shit was growling
    I ain't eat nothin' all day just some bread and jelly
    Mmh

    I got a hundred beats, hundred songs in my pocket
    They ain't even hear my shit, they say, Youngin', keep grinding
    I ain't tryna hear this grinding shit, I'm starvin'
    Somebody show me where the money at, I'ma walk in
    Just know my momma and them they countin' on me, ya know?
    Everybody back home keep sayin' that they proud of me, how?
    Only if they knew that I ain't have a dime on me, yeah
    Have you ever been so fucked up you just get down on ya knees? Ohh

    Yeah, yeah, hoo
    Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa, whoa
    Ooh, whoa, whoa

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    huh, huh, I had to get it
    I had to scrap up these pennies
    I was sellin' my beats for like fifty
    I was just tryna eat, do you feel me?
    Swear to God, it was hurtin' my soul (hurtin' my soul)

    Put my heart in this shit like I'm Kobe
    I was cookin' all night on that stove
    Just so I wouldn't sleep on that floor
    No, no, no, I couldn't give up (no)
    I know my God was just testin' me

    Momma she call me, she say I'm the one
    I know she just said a few prayers for me
    I know this shit it was meant for me
    I'm on the come up I'm tryna get to it
    They bringing my name in this industry
    Niggas is startin' to notice me

    I was chasing my dreams on a empty stomach
    I was standing in VIP while my rent was due
    I was sneaking backstage with the stars while my shit was growling
    I ain't eat nothin' all day just some bread and jelly
    Mmh (yeah)

    I got a hundred beats, hundred songs in my pocket
    They ain't even hear my shit, they say, Youngin', keep grinding
    I ain't tryna hear this grinding shit, I'm starvin' (oh, whoa)
    Somebody show me where the money at, I'ma walk in
    Just know my momma and them they countin' on me, ya know?
    Everybody back home keep sayin' that they proud of me, how?
    Only if they knew that I ain't have a dime on me, yeah
    Have you ever been so fucked up you just get dow

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    Composición: Fridayy, Brandon Black y Darien Overton

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