Eat ft. Kierra Iversen Lyrics

(It's okay, Iverxan)

They say we all the same Bros

"Stay at home ain't chase dough"

That's not the way I'm made hoe

Toxic home, taking care of sis though

'Tween our words and footsies believe me we had to tip-toe

Feeling low but now we smokin' cookies

So we bumpin Trippy Redd

Gotta clear our head

Come on sis get outta bed

You haven't eaten, take a look at this spread

The shit I've seen you go through I'm just glad you're still here

I swear to God all the times I fucked up I tried to be there

Growing up in an abusive household, always standing between the victim and someone twice my size

No wonder I'm ruthless when shit unfolds, but I'm older and I've grown, yeah now I'm wise

Me and Sis's feelings have dulled, try and think of the last time you've seen us cry

Sometimes it's easier to keep my mouth shut and mix the benzos with some rye

When we talk 'bout what I'm going through, that's probably the only time you'll hear me lie

People can't handle my authenticity

Suicidal, poor, white cracker remember me

Remember when no one would invite me to their meets

Oh, now everybody wants my meat

Beside me, you have to earn a seat

They say we all the same Bros

"Stay at home ain't chase dough"

That's not the way I'm made hoe

Toxic home, taking care of sis though

'Tween our words and footsies believe me we had to tip-toe

Feeling low but now we smokin' cookies

So we bumpin Trippy Redd

Gotta clear our head

Come on sis get outta bed

You haven't eaten, take a look at this spread

The shit I've seen you go through I'm just glad you're still here

I swear to God all the times I fucked up I tried to be there

Chin up bro, I got outta bed

I've eaten, yeah, I took a look at that spread

All the nights we ain't have nothin' to eat

Filthy mattresses with no fuckin' sheet

I bottle my emotions and I'll let em' out on the beat

Damn, are you hearing this?

Parents stole from us, are you serious

We've been victimized, neglected, deprived, hypnotized, traumatized

Don't even get me started on mothers' drunken fuckin' lies

Take a look into these weary eyes

That ain't no fuckin lie

For real, this the way we had to survive

They say we all the same Bros

"Stay at home ain't chase dough"

That's not the way I'm made hoe

Toxic home, taking care of sis though

'Tween our words and footsies believe me we had to tip-toe

Feeling low but now we smokin' cookies

So we bumpin Trippy Redd

Gotta clear our head

Come on sis get outta bed

You haven't eaten, take a look at this spread

The shit I've seen you go through I'm just glad you're still here

I swear to God all the times I fucked up I tried to be there