Morray's poignant lyrics delve into the complexities of navigating life's challenges while trying to provide for one's family. The song reflects on the artist's early experiences with financial hardship, beginning with selling candy as a child and evolving into more perilous endeavors to make ends meet. Morray grapples with the tension between right and wrong, acknowledging the allure of quick, albeit dangerous, solutions in contrast to his desire to take a righteous path. The recurring theme of familial responsibility underscores his actions and decisions, emphasizing that his primary motivation is to support those who depend on him. His struggle is further complicated by trust issues and the constant threat from both law enforcement and adversaries. This narrative captures the moral dilemmas faced by individuals in similar circumstances, offering a raw portrayal of survival and ethical conflict. #Survival #FamilyFirst
Big Decisions
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh
Had to take care of myself ever since the age of nine
Selling candy for school but I pocket every dime
Elementary was simply the method to path you 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?"
Mother fuckers on my team like, "Where your head at?"
Doing slimy shit to make it where the feds 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 first if somebody would set me up
When you a thug, you ain't supposed to feel but that would fuck me up
That you can devise a plan that can possible fuck me up
That's why I'm always by myself, I would never need no entourage
My trustee Nina my nigga, that's my only bodyguard
Play with me, nigga, my body guard will hit ya entourage
Escaping from the thunder, my Pat and Joe ducking homicides
I'm tryna do everything the right way
But the wrong way so damn inviting
I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I got a family with needs
Gotta duck low and keep my head up
Fuck the ops, 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 so damn inviting
I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I got a family with needs
Gotta duck low and keep my head up
Fuck the ops, 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
Niggas watching me now 'cause my pockets getting fatter
I know you hate 'cause I'm fly and you flea get stepped on, watch 'em splatter
Turn them into matter
But it don't matter, if I got to, then its gotta happen
I'm moving how you niggas move 'cause now I'm quick to grab it
I'm on a different wave, I got the rod with me
Got me styling on the game like the locks with me
I'm yo fucking daddy's dad I got yo pops with me
And you would never end my shine, it won't stop with me
When I was younger I ain't never fucking socialize
But when moneys involved, I turn into a fucking socialite
Wasn't the social type, filed taxes just to get my social right
Smoked a pound everyday, and that's just how I had to cope at night
Do everything the right way
But the wrong way so damn inviting
I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed
I got a family with needs
Gotta duck low and keep my head up
Fuck the ops, 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
Writer(s): Morae Ruffin
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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