Stomach Knots

Intro Sons Phonetic (hook x2) Ayo my hunger doesnt stop Its got my stomach in a knot From the bottom to the summit at the top Do you run with us or not Our foundations solid as rock Reppin 12 like the numbers on a clock (first verse) My hunger doesnt stop Im drunk stumbling along, mumbling a song Wondering whats wrong Juggling a job and the lover that I lost Living in this free world But it feels im stuck within a box And i really wish it wasn't what it was But it is Now i come equip, stiff upper lip and never button it SP's the clique that im running with We out this world floating on a mothership Watching the suns eclipse So dont be holding grudges The flows gold encrusted Priceless, you try and buy this and you blow your budget I owe you nothing, I never sign to majors cos im no ones puppet So much hunger pains I hold my stomach Look I dont move with the times The future is mine turning the fountain of youth into wine My shit purer than peruvian white I break it down to 16 bars its truly devin so choose a line (hook x2) Ayo my hunger doesnt stop Its got my stomach in a knot From the bottom to the summit at the top Do you run with us or not Our foundations solid as rock Reppin 12 like the numbers on a clock (second verse) A hooded kid, with a crooked grin My eyes full of sin, im on the outside looking in Im sick of puppeteers pulling strings And enemies pushing pins in their voodoo dolls i feel it touch my skin Theres something humbling of having no money in Your back pocket cos you drunken it Its dumb cos I done that shit And I done it again, I give everything 100% nah 110 Mook dropped another gem and its stuck in my head Man that sounds like the colour of red, (that sounds red man) Our new shit gettin bumped on the regs Pumping the levs, as im nodding my head Its all gravy This game has me bored lately Emcees dont walk what they talk and talk crazy To much scorsese and sitting indoors maybe When I be perfecting my punch like royce gracie On the daily Im living for today Im either scribblin on the page Or im diggin in the crates Or im singing in the rain Or im thinking of a way to think logically I pity the person who tries to pick pocket me Cos their both full of lines I haven't even writ properly And ripped probably, im just tryna live honestly But honestly theirs too many things stopping me I hear success call my name As I take the walk of shame through the hall of fame In the pouring rain I was born a slave but Im gonna die a king in this awful game (hook x2) Ayo my hunger doesnt stop Its got my stomach in a knot From the bottom to the summit at the top Do you run with us or not Our foundations solid as rock Reppin 12 like the numbers on a clock Outro x 2 I hear success call my name As I take the walk of shame through the hall of fame In the pouring rain I was born a slave but Im gonna die a king in this awful game