Hunger Pains ft. DJ Big Rob Lyrics

Uh, yeah

A yo Myth

Think I'm a let this one breathe

Let's go

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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

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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

Fuck 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

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