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idk – hungry lyrics

i come, from a city where n-ggas show you no pitty
if you wearing pennies
they gon aim the semi screaming gimmie
leave your body
like inside of bens bowl, feeling chilli
pop yo partna collar
while making the hounda wheey
hol up
i never been in this situation before
but if it wasn’t rap id probably be selling crack with te foe foe
tucked inside a packet with hunnits lookin for more dough
or stealing jewelry from upper cl-ss houses in moco
i came from middle cl-ss
but that ain’t it
all means
is my moma could feed me which still isn’t rich
probably becuz the loans that’s she took
put her inside a position
with more locks than a prison
with a pot to p-ss in
but that ain’t sh-t!
so i’m gripping the smiffen
while telling you bag it up quick!
you don’t listen
i’m flipping
n fl!cking
now there goes the clip
and i’m aiming at the industry if you don’t flock with me
you better f-ckin duck
you enemies
if you ain’t friends with me
n i ain’t got much
use to be a grimey n-gga
now im turing into muk
this shot gone happen when it happens
b-tch i don’t believe on luck
but i hope it happen soon
becuz i’m cracking dude, i need my lunch

i attract fly, like the musk of the dung from an elephants bum
who’s tum
needed some tums
for the runs
that’s a h-ll of a bar
tryna rap against me?
that’s a h-ll of a na
i’ve been studying big l, 2pac even nas
only becuz in tryna be better than all of them guys
so understand me when i tell you that
after i pay all my homage
i’m tryna sh-t and then vomit
find all the dragon b-lls
and wish for a commet
to comay homay they -ss
as i just sit back eating my popcorn while laugh
i use to write rhymes
when i shoulda be writing in cl-ss
f-ck that!
i’m tryna be the georges simenon of rap
yea i’m tryna put the p-ssion in rappin
that thugs lack
n i’m hoping that my substance force m-sses to bump that
n-gga even if the m-sses don’t bump it i come back
like a crack addicted
only thing is i’m selling you crack
from from my d-mn addicts
which means that it’s comming the top
like a cinder block
on the roof of the tallest of buildings right before it drop
i’ll never run out of raps because it’s in my heart
i’m like a pimp paying his hoes bail
i free my thoughts

(hook)
im soooo
god d-mn (hungry!)
i need a double cheese pretty please im (hungry)
you think this sh-t a game?
ma f-cker im (hungry!)
dont make me have ta aim like…
(blat! blat! blat!)

(verse 2)
if i was homeless with can
instead of shaking it
i find a stick turn the can over, hit it a
and make a hit
before i ask for sh-t
you rappers make me sick
don’t know how to make a dollar flip
so
you riding d-ck
asking labels for allowence
you don’t own sh-t
not even your masters
cuz your master taking all of it
might as well get your master
and degree in side the heath field
at least you’ll get some money, and your album won’t be
shelved stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill!
b-tch

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