Hungry

I come, from a city where niggas 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 class houses in Moco I came from middle class 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 piss in But that ain't shit! So I'm gripping the smiffen While telling you bag it up quick! You don't listen I'm flipping N Flicking Now there goes the clip And I'm aiming at the industry if you don't flock with me You better fuckin duck You enemies If you ain't friends with me N I ain't got much Use to be a grimey nigga Now im Turing into muk This shot gone happen when it happens Bitch 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 hell of a bar Tryna rap against me? That's a hell 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 shit and then vomit Find all the dragon balls And wish for a commet To comay homay they ass As I just sit back eating my popcorn while laugh I use to write rhymes When I shoulda be writing in class Fuck that! I'm tryna be the Georges Simenon OF RAP Yea I'm tryna put the passion in rappin That thugs lack N I'm hoping that my substance force masses to bump that Nigga even if the masses don't bump it I come back Like a crack addicted Only thing is I'm selling you crack From from my damn 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 damn (Hungry!) I Need a double cheese pretty please im (Hungry) You think this shit a game? Ma fucker im (Hungry!) Dont make me have ta aim like... (Blat! Blat! Blat!) (Hook) Im soooo God damn (Hungry!) I Need a double cheese pretty please im (Hungry) You think this shit a game? Ma fucker 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 shit You rappers make me sick Don't know how to make a dollar flip So You riding dick Asking labels for allowence You don't own shit 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! Bitch