Big Decisions

By Morray

On Street Sermons

Released on January 7, 2021

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[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, oh


[Verse 1]

Had to take it 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 fuckers on my team like, "Where your head at?"

Doing slimy shit to make it, where thе feds at

I got stuck with all the cheese, I nеver 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 fuck me up

That you can devise a plan that can possible fuck me up

That's why I'm always by myself, I would never need no entourage

My trustee Nina my nigga, that's my only bodyguard

Play with me, nigga, my bodyguard 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 damn 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

Fuck the opps, 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 damn 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

Fuck the opps, 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]

Niggas 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 niggas 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 fucking 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 fucking socialize

But when moneys involved, I turn into a fucking 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


[Chorus]

I'm tryna do everything the right way

But the wrong way so damn 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

Fuck the opps, 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