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lance markeith - hunger pains episode 5: 93' til infinity lyrics

i was cooking up schemes
when my momma couldn’t cook much
outchea tryna get it
wasn’t asking for no hook ups
wasn’t much to look up to
i was shook up
sh-t ain’t even change
wonder where life done took us
we n-ggas on the block
so them crackas tryna book us
never call em twelve
call em crackas that’s the jook stuff
i was book smart
tryna see where it could put us
look up to the stars
tryna be some one to look up to
but you look up to soon
ya stick ya neck out
get decapitated
and ya left out to hang
momma couldn’t afford
the fresh clothes and the chains
working two jobs
and just scr-ping up change
i was praying through my raps
if i could just make a name
n0body would ever
call a motherf-cka lame
its that feelin of pride
that could never subside
til the craft you perfected
start to see an upside
or the child that you have
you get to see her first smile
or the case get thrown out
before it even make it to trial
thats a real feelin’
i ain’t felt in a while
since rappin on these songs
gettin’ love from the crowd
nowadays
n-ggas do anything for a like
when i know n-ggas
that’ll do anything for a kite
just to show em
its some real n-ggas doin’ em right
i swear just to be real
i feel like i’m doing life
i’m imprisoned
by fake n-ggas that just want hype
they ready to sell they soul
they don’t even know the price
swear you war ready
you ain’t gotcha soldiers right
so how you war ready
when you dont even know how to fight?
if i could do it again
i’d go back to school
and be the biggest dope dealer
that there ever was
just so i ain’t have to call and ask for no food
cause now i’m educated
all i know about drugs
all of these wars, all of these codes
i was better off listening to tom. g
and the skroll
f-ck yo school, f-ck what you know
just a live n-gga at the bottom of the totum pole
looking for some hope, and n-ggas just wanna poke
b-tches just wanna stroke, politicians wanna vote
the government want c0ke, the hood just want some dro
that ain’t manufactured by the indians or the pope
give me some real kush and give these children a push
give it up for bush for giving trump the push
for speaking out they -ss they both needed a douche
give it up for hillary and all the votes that she took
how can i tell you vote when all i can do is smoke
they tell you to stay informed but ask this time we devote
we know more about the laws with all this time we spend in court
teens tried as adult man this sh-t ain’t no joke
what happened to real music that spoke to the folks
they tell stories like b-tches i swear that we watching soaps
the young and the reckless
dying over a necklace
or a verse that ain’t say sh-t i was impressed with
this is a disease and we all are affected
needs to be correct it fore we don’t like what we left with
we need to raise obamas, dr. kings and malcolm x’s
that’s who i’m tryna channel when i’m hopping on these records
they all wanna rap, i’m finna be a professor
like when young nas had the tech on the dresser
i’m finna say something that inspires a tesla
turn these drug dealers into motherf-ckin’ investors
make a warren buffet out of a warren g
all of these warring g’s blood pouring in the streets
n-ggas hollerin for piece i’m finna just say my piece
take my earnings and leave bring it back to the streets
i know teachers with dreams, who sat down
and spoke em with me
in hopes it would leave, seeds
that grew into poetry, the motive it seems
to grow up and be a king
is a dream to have us chasing cream
i know in order to be a king
i just gotta know myself
momma told me bout prayer
and i said i know it helps
but this hunger that i’m feelin
sh-t hit below the belt
cause we ain’t got no
hamburger helper on the shelf
i’m tryna keep my grind gotta pace my steps
jumping in the water better be michael phelps
gotta keep my grind gotta pace my steps
jumping in this game better know it ain’t a ref
real sh-t…

- lance markeith lyrics

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