Morray – Big Decisions Lyrics
Big Decisions Lyrics By Morray
Yeah, yeah, oh
Sellin’ candy for school but I pocket every dime
Elementary was simply the math of the path used 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?”
Motherf–kers on my team like, “Where your head at?”
Doin’ slimey sh!t to makе it where the fеds at
I got stuck with all the cheese, I never fed rats
Gotta pick my friends better ’cause they ’posed to lift me up
I shouldn’t think about you frontin’, somebody will set me up
When you a thug, you ain’t supposed to feel but that one f–ked me up
That you can devise a plan that could possibly f–k me up
That’s why I’m always by myself, I will never need no entourage
My trust in need of my niqqa, that’s my only bodyguard
Play with me, niqqa, my bodyguard will hit your entourage
Escapin’ from the thunder, Mike, Pat, and Joe duckin’ hom!cides
I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I got a family with needs
Count it up low and keep my head up
F–k 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’s so damn inviting
I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I got a family with needs
Count it up low and keep my head up
F–k 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 know you hate ’cause I’m fly and you flea, get stepped on, watch him splatter
Turn him into matter
But it don’t matter, if I got to, then it gotta happen
I’m movin’ how you niqqas move ’cause now I’m quick to grab it
I’m on a different wave, I got the rock with me
Got me stylin’ on the game like the locks with me
I’m your f–kin’ daddy’s dad, I got your pops with me
And you won’t ever end my shine, it won’t stop with me
When I was younger, I ain’t never f–kin’ socialize
But when money’s involved, I turn into a f–kin’ socialite
Wasn’t the social type
Fought taxes just to get my social right
Smoked a pound every day, and that’s just how I had to cope at night
I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I got a family with needs
Count it up low and keep my head up
F–k 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’s so damn inviting
I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I got a family with needs
Count it up low and keep my head up
F–k 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
[Outro] Hell no
The Lord, he gave me what he gave me, ha
And said, “I’ma give it back,” ha
Whether it’s sing or rap, ha
In the church or in the trap, haha
Can I get a mhmm? Ooh, haha