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letra de feast. - remy banks

[verse 1]
i wrote this one up in my mother’s crib, posted in my old room
sitting on my little brother’s bed
thinking back to when i used stare out that window
and see dollars falling from sky, while i’m lifted off indo
or even further back when boo had the black bm
my step pops, he was my idol, wanted to be just like him
when i was 9, he would bring me with him to rufus king
so he could make some cheese, ceelo champ, lucky hand, seen him come up on like a g
then took me straight to the coliseum
copped me a cuban link and some sneakers from moe’s
couple of years p-ssed, guess he couldn’t escape the hoes
it f-cked me up when mom’s kicked him out
i had to man up and be the man of the house
real shit, look at me now mommy
your eldest child, rocking crowds just to make you proud
i swear god i never wanna see you grieve again, so please take a seat
i just earned us a meal ticket, it’s about time that we eat

[verse 2]
give me the black testarossa with the penthouse
or the mansion in the gardens, nah i want it all
i do this for the ones who wanna see me make it
dear haters and nonbelievers, this y’all last call
i tryna see my money flowing like nile river
watching my mom struggle was my fuel to dream bigger
but bigger dreams leads to bigger goals
and when i accomplish those watch me triple up on my cream
i refused to go the route guided by the triple beam
went to college, dropped out…got serious with this rap thing
a few cats was hatin like n-gg- you ain’t gon make it
then i took trips to other continents for them payments
came back shinin’, stayed humbled and kept grindin’
sold a couple shows and now my whole crew wildin
world’s fair we here now, all my n-gg-s got a seat
i earned us meal ticket, let’s make toast y’all, let’s eat

[verse 3]
dear kyasia, dear amari, i just want y’all to know
that i love y’all both to death
and i know i’m not around much, but try to understand
i’m in the lab making progress so i could bring home the checks
and help mommy with the bills since the feds took y’all fathers
now she working overtime cause she’s the only provider
now it’s up to me to make the load lighter
as your brother, that’s my job, tryna make sure y’all live proper and elevate higher
little brother, you’re my heart
i wanna see you grow up and be a ball player or somethin’
stay in school and pay attention
cause i don’t wanna see you in the streets, bound for the system
to my beautiful sister
i heard you wanna be a singer, well anythings possible
you’re too young for them boys
so stay focused and follow your dreams trust me, anythings possible…let’s eat

- remy banks

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