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fridayy - empty stomach lyrics

[chorus]
i was chasin’ my dreams on a empty stomach
i was standin’ in vip while my rent was due
i was sneakin’ backstage with the stars while my sh+t was growling
i ain’t eat nothin’ all day, just some bread and jelly
mm+hmm+mm
i got hundred beats, hundred songs in my pocket
they ain’t even hear my sh+t, they say, “youngin, keep grindin'” (hmm)
i ain’t tryna hear this grindin’ sh+t, i’m starvin’ (hmm)
somebody show me where the money at, i’ma walk in (huh)
i just know my momma’nem they countin’ on me, you know?
everybody back home keep sayin that they proud of me, how?
only if they knew that i ain’t have a dime on me, yeah (hmm)
havе you ever been so f+cked up you just gеt down on your knees, oh?
[post+chorus]
huh, yeah, yeah, huh, ooh, ooh (ooh, woah, woah+woah)
(ooh, woah, woah+woah)
(woah+woah, woah+woah)
(ooh, oh, oh+oh, oh)

[verse]
huh, i had to get it
i had to scr+p up these pennies
i was sellin’ my beats for like fifty
i was just tryna eat, do you feel me?
swear to god it was hurtin’ my soul (hurtin’ my soul)
put my heart in this sh+t like i’m kobe (sh+t like i’m kobe)
i was cookin’ all night on that stove
just so i wouldn’t sleep on that floor
no, no, no, i couldn’t give up (no)
i know my god was just testin’ me
momma she call me, she say i’m the one
i know she just said a few prayers for me
i know this sh+t, it was meant for me
i’m on the come up, i’m tryna get to it
they bringin’ my name in this industry
n+ggas is startin’ to notice me

[chorus]
i was chasin’ my dreams on a empty stomach
i was standin’ in vip while my rent was due
i was sneakin’ backstage with the stars while my sh+t was growling
i ain’t eat nothin’ all day, just some bread and jelly
mm+hmm+mm, yeah
i got hundred beats, hundred songs in my pocket
they ain’t even hear my sh+t, they say, “youngin, keep grindin'” (hmm)
i ain’t tryna hear this grindin’ sh+t, i’m starvin’ (hmm)
somebody show me where the money at, i’ma walk in (huh)
i just know my momma’nem they countin’ on me, you know?
everybody back home keep sayin that they proud of me, how?
only if they knew that i ain’t have a dime on me, yeah (hmm)
have you ever been so f+cked up you just get down on your knees, oh?

- fridayy lyrics

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