[Intro]

I'm from a hard ways of strugglin'

Since yesterdays I borrowed out my neighbor's cupboard

I can relate to making something out of nothin'

Strong filthy rich or at the bottom of the bucket (fuck it)

[Hook]

This nothing feels like something

Hear that rumbling in my pit-

Empty grumbling stomach

That hunger gives me full strength

My gut is but a, hole

That kept me on my toes

My hunger made my heart stone cold

The mind set of a Bad Man, me is all I got

At times I feel like trash but I always get the drop

On any target, niggas talking in front of my slop

Oh naw nigga, My hunger make my heart stone cold

[Verse 1]

Now I want you to picture these pissy streets

Where it ain't shit for free

Far from plenty, hope, and a twenty-

Get me through the week

Hard times and life's a beat

That's why I write to beats

Like I ain't had a bite to eat

Starving for my write to speak

My hunger's like... thunder

Storming through the tundra

Born in this.. Under-

World ain't no pearls

These baby boys and girls

Fightin' for tomorrow

Barely make it through the day

Too much pride for me to borrow

How those thugs felt them strays

Well the slugs and shells lay

Me against the world I'm outnumbered like bloods in L.A

Know this jail time ain't nothing but a drug sale away

I never once celebrate cause never once did I make it

A nigga never was as broke as me, but I like that

Gives me that strength I need to proceed, and get right back

On my feet; a full belly couldn't relate

So keep my plate out yonder

Cause what don't kill me only make me stronger, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

You listening to the realest shit I ever wrote

My heart revealing feelings I ain't never spoke

Sometimes I look up at that ceiling, in the bed I woke

And think "well, shit! Will I make it or be forever broke?"

Hell if I know

But I ain't never Had a fear of flying

It's not me, I know the mechanics y'all its clearly timing

How daring I am, wearing iron

Stare and Eyeing, this cop is near the diner

Like, "You fat fuck whenever will your lunch break be over"

Imagine one-take Hova, before one too many take-out orders

Imagine if Jay-Z, his cake was a bit shorter

If his life he couldn't decipher and he had to make some order

I'd fuck around and get wired to get that fire on a tape recorder

Imagine if Nasty still lived where it was nasty

No rooms in the Mirage or doing menage's in the back seat's

Of cars...

Imagine your favorite emcee before a star

In his hood kicking bars

On his job before that job

I'm from the bottom y'all

The worst there could ever be

Where nurses couldn't better me

Felt like a hurst was a better sheet

Ain't go to church every week

But believe I pray

That if I work hard enough I'm gone see my day, aye!

Got to jump inside no car

Fore my hunger drives me far

Rolling bold, heart stone and cold, and they wonder why I'm hard

If you underline my yard you'll see the furthest I went

Was by a bench

Where they strap burners and murder to suspense

So, naw don't think the poor soft

The riches be

We duckin' all the laws, we on them strips and streets

Get stripped of peace to bits and pieces

Shit about your kicks, your sneaks

You get, capeesh

Wish to eat!

We hungry around here

[Hook]

[Outro]

Ain't got no pot to piss in

Nothin' hot in the kitchen

Gives me that strength to go on and on and on

I'm building my persistence

I'm high on opposition

My hunger make my heart stone cold