Necessities Songtext
von Don Trip

Baby, this is your life, in the ghetto
(Drumma Boy) baby, this is your life
One time for Drumma Boy (in the ghetto)
Yeah (that boy Casshh goin′ crazy)

Okay, I'm a gorilla, I′m tired of these niggas tryna use my name to go viral, and
That's why I'ma keep takin′ a shit on these niggas, I need more fiber
Bitch, I′m shinin', you gon′ need a visor
All these haters, my secret admirer
Prone to violence, maybe some day I'll trade in all my bullets for Bibles
No time soon
For now, I′m still steppin' on shit, keep quiet, I move in silence
Boy, you a zebra?
It don′t matter how many stripes you get, it won't make you no tiger

Shouldn't surprise you the way I been grindin′ still, I ain′t got time to chill
Tomorrow ain't nevеr been guaranteed, so a nigga ain′t got time to kill
Gotten so lonely up hеre at the top, I ain't never gon′ drop, I'ma die on this hill
All these scars I suffered from all my troubles, shit, I don′t know how I'ma heal


Even if I got it to give, I ain't givin′ you shit
Put some bait on your hook, let me teach you to fish
Fuck how you feelin′, your feelings ain't never gon′ help me with dinner, I'm feedin′ my kids
I'm burnin′ the bridge to build me another

Not interested, I live in a bubble
I know you suckers just crabs in the bucket
When I put that heat on you, pass me the butter
Ready to rush you, fresh out the huddle
Sorry, but kicking is out of discussion
Get out your feelings, go cry you a puddle
And get you some money, they'll lie like they love you

Front like they got your back, you better watch them niggas with knives
Loyalty, just like a kids' meal prize, it′s only here for a limited time
Pistol with me is my partner in crime, won′t cry, but I got a lot on my mind
I know it's just an AK, but I spent 20K on that bitch, it′s the top of the line
Step in my way and I'm knockin′ shit down, you think you can stop me? You out of your mind
'Cause I′m outta mine
My partner is dyin', my sister is stressin', they bills is behind
Packin′ that heat like I′m fresh out the dryer, my nigga, it's laundry day
All of my money is clean for once
But I still can′t put my drums away, bitch, bombs away, on Pif


I gotta get dough 'cause I′m tired of bein' broke
Plus my nine to five don′t feed me or my people
I never had a lot (lot), therefore I'm gon' need more
I ain′t bein′ greedy, my nigga, I gotta feed folks
I gotta get (money), when I wake up
I gotta get (money), gotta get my cake up
'Cause I ain′t got a lot (lot), therefore I'm gon′ need more
I ain't bein′ greedy, my nigga, I gotta feed folks
I gotta get (money)