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“Buried Alive” is a raw, emotional rap anthem about pain, loss, and fighting your way back from the edge. Hard bars meet haunting production — deep 808s, dark pianos, and cinematic strings — as every verse cuts with truth. It’s the story of being broken, forgotten, and reborn through the fire.

Buried Alive

Rico Nasty & Jayden Starr - EAT ME!
© Fueled By Ramen & Rockstar Studios
[Single]

Lyrics:

She's a bad B, I could eat her up
She's a bad B, I could eat her up
She's a bad B, I could eat her up
I could eat her up, I could eat her up (Brr, shh)

I'm the one who count the dollars (Dollars)
I'm fresh as fuck, pull up, all Prada (Prada)
He wanna fuck on a milf, callin' me mama (Muah)
I post me a pic and they went and bought it
Stock out, they tap out (Huh)
Said I'm too violent, I rock out (Huh)
My bitch is so solid, she knock bitches out (Pow)
I count up the money, took the paper route (Uh-huh)
Bitch, mind ya business (Shit)
I got money way up to the ceilin' (Ceiling)
I could eat her for lunch, call her Billie (Billie)
I go stupid, you bitches is silly (Silly)

She's a bad B, I could eat her up (Phew)
She's a bad B (Uh-huh), I could eat her up (Uh, yeah)
She's a bad B (Uh, damn), I could eat her up (Uh, for lunch)
I could eat her up (Yeah), I could eat her up (Brr, shh)

These bitches so pussy, they cunt
These bitches so bold like a font
I'm a star, I wake up and stunt
I'm a boss, I do what I want

I bring the heat to whoever that shades
I'm myself, I'm the one who I made
Icy diamonds, no cards, it's a spade
I stay blessed, thank god that I prayed

In the rover, you know I speed fast
Ain't no sonic, but I does the dash
Like a rash, I stay on they ass
She so sexy, I told her that-

She's a bad B, I could eat her up (Phew)
She's a bad B (Uh-huh), I could eat her up (Uh, yeah)
She's a bad B (Uh, damn), I could eat her up (Uh, for lunch)
I could her eat up (Yeah), I could eat her up (Brr, shh)

Pow, pow, pow, yeah
Got up on my head, I can't be sad about shit
Too many people wanna live in my skin
Too many options when I pick out my fit

Same thing does when I pick out a dude
Broke niggas, sit down, we ain't lookin' at you
Only time I look down is when I check out my shoes
All of this shit 'cause I pray to Jesús

Got competition, bet it ain't you
Bettin' they choose, bettin' they lose
We don't want ya hand, we ain't calling no truce
Whips in Wayne, hop out like Bruce

Call me insane, glad I ain't you
Better than all of 'em, might as well mother 'em
Got too much love for my own though
Peppermint colors, I like different colors
My face on a magazine cover, whoa

Me (Me), me (Uh-huh), me (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Me (Yeah), me, me (Me), me
They cannot touch me (Huh)
Who is the best? Me (Uh-huh)
Who do I love? Me (Okay)
Who wanna test me? (Uh-huh)

I'm still the star, hop in that car
Yeah, you can run but you not gettin' far
Pullin' they strings like I'm on a guitar
Body so smoked, they think it's a cigar

Go down your block, on your road, I slide
Niggas be fruity, they got too much pride
Yeah, I'm the party, the one who they vibe
Reverse on that cowboy, you know that I ride

I'm like Rico, I'm feelin' so nasty
All my bags expensive, they classy
By myself, I don't need a nigga
'Cause I'm a bachelor, all I care about is-

Me (Me), me, me (Me), me (Uh-huh)
Me (Me), me, me (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh), me
They cannot touch me (Huh)
Who is the best? Me (Woo)
Who do I love? Me (Yeah)
Who wanna test me? (Okay)

Love it!

EAT ME!

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