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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