Lyrics Feed the Family - Russell

This is it
Mama i hope you know
I been down
But now its bout time I go
Its my time yeah
Baby let me start this show
Lost it all but i want more
I want it all
Hey Mama look at me now
Look at me now
Hey mama look at me now
Hey mama look at me now
Yeah yeah

Hey mama look at me now
Talk of the town
I wish that you were around
Cause we just get it started
I got pressure, on pressure
Just run through me
I am so far from a younger me
I did it, i did it, I glo'd up
Back at my mama's apartment they knew i was something
That boy is gonna make it
We don't what he gon' do, but we hope he gon be famous
Bullshit we don't entertain it
Fuckboy he try me, I learned to ignore it
Don't say shit(Shhh)
The chronic is rolled, the curtains is opening
The lighting is right, the camera is focusing
Why do they talk like they know this shit?
Been in my zone, bitch
I'm older, I'm closer than closer
They seeing my way then I'm folding 'em
I am impatient, I'm going in
Roll 'em and toke the shit
I lost my sanity over this
I need my dad in a rover
I seen that man struggle, so i packed the bag
And i hit the road for this
I spent a lot of life hopeless
Squad hella fly, give your hoe a kiss
I'll feed the fam before I have a golden wrist

(Hook)
I'll feed the fam before I have a golden wrist
I'll feed the fam before I have a golden wrist
I'll feed the fam before I have a golden wrist
I'll feed the fam before-

Please tell the waiter to, open a bottle of Scotch
Whatever is old so I can abhach I ain't got stones in my watch
Plain is the way, my bitch is goal and her and I both do not talk
'Cause I'm doing shit and she doing shit,
I sacrificed all of that fun just so I can make guap
You party all night, you sleeping all day
I'm up in the crib, I'm finding a way
Finding a way to get up out this basement
And cop me a crib for my homies and i would just make shit
I don't believe in complacence
I'll always want more and more just to rub in your face
I see you calling me lame
But that be from outside the party I threw and boy you never came
You little bitch, you don't impress me
My family ain't have shit, that all depressed me
Momma was working 3 jobs it was heavy
Real father left and left her in the trenches
She worked her hardest, to God I'll be wealthy

I'll never be pussy
She never let me
I'll never be pussy
She never let me (fuck it)

Slept on the couch and turned that shit to thousands of thousands
Go raise up these cold money mountains
I come from a city where people be laughing
The moment you tell 'em that you be from Brampton
But all of 'em capping, people they threaten my side
But none of it happens
I'm not into violence, I'm just into cashing
I'm not into violence, I'm into Astons
I know this shit, I know this the start of the show and shit
I need the money lets go for it
I'll feed the fam before I have a golden wrist
I know this shit, I know this the start of the show and shit
I need the money lets go for it
I'll feed the fam before I have a golden wrist

(RUSSELL!)