Hunger Pains (feat. DJ Big Rob)
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Uh, yeah A yo Myth Think I'm a let this one breathe Let's go Uh, uh Bizzy Yeah, yeah, yeah I like that, I like that Yo We use to pray before we ate the jack Call it holy mackerel Ain't no salmon it's just famine Tryna come up on a satchel That's a sack, filled with racks from pushing packs Ain't talking Lambo In the field Fiends dancing for them samples call'em Sambo Uh, uh Slap box, release the anger that we channeled Sukkahs started sending ammo Now a death is an example Of how a coward dies a million times It's plain in simple That lack of courage is like curry They serve you on the menu Identifying bodies by their dentals Fire off extended magazines to gurantee You get your issue Graduated from revolvers to them semi-auto pistols Hustlers tryna conjure a dollar from triple nickels Yeah Dogs will sick them for acting pussy on your timeline Adolescents testing heat and catch a burn from hot iron Get wealthy or die trying Cause Kya got a luxury fetish Cash in the stash is king I'll never be a slave to credit nigga See how we move and how you move it ain't the same I roll with wolves and boy you looking like the prey It's time to eat we grabbing forks and grabbing plates These hunger pains gon have us playing hunger games Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh Spam chunks in spaghetti, them times was kind of rough Stressing over snowy days, hoping momma's check would come Ignited pilots with a lighter and the sports section Daddy's drunken driving kept my granny in her bible lessons Reminiscing on my adolescence gives me overdrive Working overtime Niggas flashing like they don't know it's mine Claiming every dime That nine like itemized deductions Tax season, mac's squeezing Reloaded drums is the repercussions No deep discussions when your ribs is touching Fiends is lunching Batch was busted Waisted hustle, feeling like we back to nothing Ain't no hope, the streets ain't showing love Find a dope to rope and sell them dove soap We ain't no what it was F*ck yo buzz Niggas ain't getting wealthy swiping EBT So they kicking in your door and going shopping Like it's QVC Slug you with that Louie V Then strip you out your Louie V Don't make my gangsters choose Cause if it's you or me it's you nigga See how we move and how you move it ain't the same I roll with wolves and boy you looking like the prey It's time to eat we grabbing forks and grabbing plates These hunger pains gone have us playing hunger games Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh
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