Pour One (Remix) – RB Jayy
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Pour One (Remix)

Verse 1

Ima keep it 100, yea the struggle be real
Always tripping cause we would pay the bills
Go to sleep hungry that’s just how we live
On the grind to get this bag do whatever I can
Can’t ever keep a home, abandoned houses where I been
That type of shit I can’t stand, daddy died so I had to step up and take care the fam
Can’t lie yea the stress rate high
No the money ain’t tight
No sleep on the grind gotta get this bag shit right
Go out and do whatever I can nigga I’m just that type

Chorus

Family struggling mama crying ima change it
No sleep on the grind, yea I’m dеdicated
Nothing but belief insidе my heart ima make it
Been down for way too long can’t take it
Gotta dream get that bag ima chase it

Verse 2

I remember I had to listen to my mama cry
I remember I almost seen my fucking mama die
Sitting here brain storming every fucking night
Get on my shit setting my dreams high
Tired of having days I ain’t have no clothes
No food inside my stomach this shit really gets old
Had to learn to survive out here on my fucking own
I ain’t shit I don’t need nobody loan
Won’t stop til I get it nigga I put that on my soul

Chorus

Family struggling mama crying ima change it
No sleep on the grind, yea I’m dedicated
Nothing but belief inside my heart ima make it
Been down for way too long can’t take it
Gotta dream get that bag ima chase it

Verse 3

Young paper chaser bitch I claim that
Tired of the pain and I won’t take that
Need a path and ima make that
On my grind daily never lay back
Me and my brothers on the run
Hiding in closets as they come
Scared to go to school because we scared they gone take us
Mama text my phone saying “the police just raid us and we in danger”

Chorus

Family struggling mama crying ima change it
No sleep on the grind, yea I’m dedicated
Nothing but belief inside my heart ima make it
Been down for way too long can’t take it
Gotta dream get that bag ima chase it

Verse 4

We out here stealing for our food
Niggas want beef just know I’m coming with the crew
We gone rob his ass he ain’t even got a clue
We stick together through this hell like some motherfucking glue
No dishes we ate on paper plates
Nita run up on me no bitching no hesitate
Stressing and struggling we gone make it I’m full of faith
I won’t stop til I get it I won’t stop til I’m paid

Chorus

Family struggling mama crying ima change it
No sleep on the grind, yea I’m dedicated
Nothing but belief inside my heart ima make it
Been down for way too long can’t take it
Gotta dream get that bag ima chase it

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