Feed Yourself

[Verse 1]
Mama said
"Stack what you can, baby, save that"
I was eating ramen in a rain jacket
Scrolling rent dates, heart doing backflips
They was outside, flexing for the timeline
I was inside, learning how to grind right
Blood in my cuticles, counting every dime
Praying one hit flips every side of my life
[Chorus]
Never be ashamed of your hustle (nah)
Nobody pull you up when you struggle (struggle)
If you go broke, they gone treat you like you nothing
So feed yourself first, keep the stove in the oven (yeah)
Never be ashamed of your hustle (hustle)
They clap loud when you win, when you juggle
But if you fall off, they forget you in a second
So feed yourself first, girl, you better count blessings
[Verse 2]
They laugh when you late, then they copy when you winning
Talk behind your back, then they asking who you with them
I was selling old clothes just to pay my phone
Now the same phone ringing, turning deals to a home
They say "You changed" — I say "I had to"
You would too, if the fridge looked past you
I remember splitting fries three ways, stomach tight
Now I split checks, but I never split my grind
[Chorus]
Never be ashamed of your hustle (nah)
Nobody pull you up when you struggle (struggle)
If you go broke, they gone treat you like you nothing
So feed yourself first, keep the stove in the oven (hey)
Never be ashamed of your hustle (hustle)
They clap loud when you win, when you juggle
But if you fall off, they forget you in a second
So feed yourself first, girl, you better count blessings

rap, Hard-hitting hip-hop beat built on gritty trap drums and eerie minor-key keys; female vocals with confident, punchy delivery. Verses tight and conversational, hook anthemic with stacked gang vocals and call-and-response ad-libs. Sub bass growls in the chorus, verses ride on stripped drums and claps, final hook adds octave doubles and ad-lib runs for a triumphant close., hip hop