If I Can’t Eat Right Songtext
von Killer Mike feat. Pill & Rochelle Fox

Grand time rap gang, bang, bang, bang
Yeah, yeah
See first, first you gotta get about your paper
And then you gotta make sure you eating good
′Cause if you eating good, you can devise a plan to get up out the hood
Just stay neat, get about your money man

Eat right, sleep right, get right
Kill a killer, the beans, the belly getting bigger
Pretty women, they rub it, call it the playground
I fuck them good all night, next day we late round
If it ain't good for some money, it ain′t shit now
The pretty woman I'm humping, she moaning bitch now
Want me to love her so bad, she slit her wrist wild
I told her money over bitches, girl you know the game
She said with you boy, it is money over everything


She begged Michael, quit the game, I told her fall back
You sweet as sugar, from your earlobe to your ass crack
Your pussy's good and your head game, it′s all that
But that ain′t half as good as me making another stack
She look surprised and tears welled in her pretty eyes
She said I'm pretty Michael, I can have any guy
I told her damn right, girl you a stunning, but I′m rich bitch
I can have anyone

If I can't eat right, then I can′t sleep right
I wake up in the morning and make sure my teeth right
And then I'm yawning, and then I′m on it
And then I'm in a trap all day till the morning
If I can't eat right, then I can′t sleep right
I wake up in the morning and make sure my teeth right
And then I′m yawning, and then I'm on it
And then I′m in a trap all day 'til the morning

If I ain′t eating, I ain't sleeping
Philosophical genius, when it′s blacks or the greeners
Feel it's proper, you've seen it
I young when I got up
Fired the pirate′s pot up
Then I cropped the spot up
The medicine, the product
45th what I took
Eyes on the prize
A Martin Luther Green with


Nines of the pies
Or Malcolm X pill
Pharmaceutical Uber blowing to your next meal
Got a good place where you can go
Please hide your bitch
Ain′t no telling what I do for dough
Colorado junkies
They say they want the newest note
Jays say they want that
Freight drop for breakfast

Welcome to the rocker's house
Baby can I help ya
Streetlights from the daytime
Now it′s morning
My teeth bright
Plus my pack is fat

And I'm yawning
Russell nigga
Yeah I′m fat farming
Kush by the bush
Let me call fat

I can't eat right
And I can′t sleep right
I wake up in the morning
And make sure my teeth bright
And then I'm yawning
And then I'm on it

And then I′m in the trap all day till the morning
If I can′t eat right
Then I can't sleep right
And make sure my teeth bright
And then I′m yawning
And then I'm on it
And then I′m in the trap all day till the morning

If I can't eat right, then I can′t sleep, I don't waste time
I come through trunk beatin' like the baseline
I′m lookin′ good if your nigga wanna chase fine
I put his head down low, I call it FaceTime
I keep a nine to keep what's in my safe fine
A fine dime, money longer than a state line
They wanna bone, ain′t no takin' me home
Unless you′re ridin' on comb, blowin′ perp out of zone

I'm iced out, more gold than the cap was a dome
You need a feature, put my number at the top of your phone
I'm tryin′ to tell them, get a book, hustles for dummies
Cause I′m somethin' like a Scrooge when it comes to this money
I′m gettin' the, gettin′ the, gettin' the kink
I′m goin' from soft to hard to heavy to weight
I'm like fat in the ass, but cute in the face
These bitches wanna step to me, but they can′t cut

I can′t eat right
And I can't sleep right
I wake up in the morning
And make sure my teeth bright
And then I′m yawning
And then I'm on it

And then I′m in the trap all day till the morning
If I can't eat right
Then I can′t sleep right
And make sure my teeth bright
And then I'm yawning
And then I'm on it
And then I′m in the trap all day ′til the morning

Bang, bang, bang
Motherfuckers
Ask you a question
How you finna go to bed right now
And you gonna wake up in the morning broke
How you gonna go to bed tonight
Knowing your kids gonna wake up hungry
How you gonna go to bed tonight
Knowing that woman can't go to the store
And buy what she want

Get about your money man
If you knew better
You would do better man
If you knew how much you was worth
You would ask for more than you get

You understand me
This is Grime Time Rap Gang
Mike Bicker nigga
I ain′t lost a pound since I got a deal
You understand what the fuck I'm saying
Yo

I′ma find my boss
I'ma be my own boss
I′ma get my own money nigga
I'ma come through the hood
Ride Tonto 26's candy plane
And I′m stuntin′ nigga

That's why I tell myself every morning
I get my motherfuckin′ mind correct nigga
If I can't eat, I can′t sleep
Get money
Fuck hoes
Get money
Fuck hoes