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big decisions - morray lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, oh

[verse 1]
had to take care of myself ever since the age of nine
selling candy for school but i pocket every dime
elementary was simply the method to path you for forward progression, but now i’m older
it seems like i forgot every lesson
got my family on my back like, “where the bread at?”
mother f*ckers on my team like, “where your head at?”
doing slimy sh*t to make it wherе the feds at
i got stuck with all the cheesе, i never fed rats
gotta pick my friends better ‘cause they ‘posed to lift me up
i shouldn’t think about you first if somebody would set me up
when you a thug, you ain’t supposed to feel but that would f*ck me up
that you can devise a plan that can possible f*ck me up
that’s why i’m always by myself, i would never need no entourage
my trustee nina my n*gga, that’s my only bodyguard
play with me, n*gga, my body guard will hit ya entourage
escaping from the thunder, my pat and joe ducking homicides

[chorus]
i’m tryna do everything the right way
but the wrong way so d*mn inviting
i got a family to feed, i got a family to feed
i got a family with needs gotta duck low and keep my head up
f*ck the ops, watch for the cops, and get my bread up
i got a family to feed, i got a family to feed
i got a family with needs
i’m tryna do everything the right way, but the wrong way so d*mn inviting
i got a family to feed, i got a family to feed
i got a family with needs
gotta duck low and keep my head up
f*ck the ops, watch for the cops, and get my bread up
i got a family to feed, i got a family to feed
i got a family with needs
[verse 2]
n*ggas watching me now ‘cause my pockets getting fatter
i know you hate ‘cause i’m fly and you flea get stepped on, watch em splatter
turn them into matter
but it don’t matter, if i got to, then its gotta happen
i’m moving how you n*ggas move ‘cause now i’m quick to grab it
i’m on a different wave, i got the rod with me
got me styling on the game like the locks with me
i’m yo f*cking daddy’s dad i got yo pops with me
and you would never end my shine, it won’t stop with me
when i was younger i ain’t never f*cking socialize
but when moneys involved, i turn into a f*cking socialite
wasn’t the social type, filed taxes just to get my social right
smoked a pound everyday, and that’s just how i had to cope at night

- morray lyrics

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