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