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Gotta Eat Lyrics

Artist: RXKNephew

"Gotta Eat" by RXKNephew, featuring production by Harry Fraud, delves into the raw realities and struggles of street life, underpinned by the necessity to survive. This song doesn't just articulate the physical need to eat but extends metaphorically to encompass all forms of hustle and survival tactics employed by those from disadvantaged backgrounds. The chorus, repeating the phrase "We all gotta sleep, we all gotta eat," serves as a universal truth, linking the basic human needs with the actions taken to fulfill them. The mention of "try to get it for cheap" and "mobbing, we deep, in the field with them cleats" suggests a group's unity in pursuit of their goals, perhaps illicitly, emphasizing the camaraderie among those in the same struggle. Verse 1 introduces the concept of an "interstate baby," indicating someone who is constantly on the move, possibly engaging in illegal activities across state lines. The artist reflects on the exhaustive nature of this lifestyle ("Blinking my eyes, I'm tryna see the road, I been up for days") and the reliance on close relationships ("She gon' drive for a nigga, that's my number one lady") to survive the harsh realities of their environment. The mention of luxurious food items like "t-bone steak, Filet mignon, asparagus" juxtaposes their high-risk lifestyle with moments of indulgence or aspiration for a better life. The second verse continues to explore themes of loyalty and betrayal ("Say that's his dog, but he never come around for him"), highlighting the precarious nature of trust within these circles. It also touches on the psychological impact of living in such an environment, where dark and cloudy days metaphorically represent the constant looming threat of danger or failure. The outro, marked by ad-libs, might symbolize the continuation of this cycle, with the repetitive "Uh-huh" acknowledging the ongoing nature of the struggle and hustle described throughout the song. RXKNephew uses this track to paint a vivid picture of the hustle and survival instincts necessary in the streets, blending the harsh realities with the pursuit of betterment and loyalty among those in the same struggle. The song serves as both a reflection on personal experience and a broader commentary on socio-economic conditions that drive individuals into these lifestyles.

Gotta Eat Lyrics

Gotta Eat by RXKNephew

[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

[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 2]
He paid a pound for it
Say that's his dog, but he never come around for him
Dark days and cloudy days, sh*t be raining on him
He put in that time when they ain't have patience for him
Valet parked the V, he all he can be
Don't ever offer me work if you don't offer it cheap
If you let 'em think what they think, they all gon' leech
They all broke in the hood, and they all tryna preach
I feel like they boosting my head
Aunty still hustling, she boosting for bread
You can chat, don't get caught with that bread
My dog high as hell, he don't know what I said

[Chorus]
He falling asleep, 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
[Outro]
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Phew, phew
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

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