Hunger Games ft. Sunny Ture Lyrics

Tripping, forgetting we long living

Living too fast, sinning, making the crash quicken

That's doin the dash different I reflect as I'm detecting

The trauma my dad's given while ducking the brash women

Modern day got modern obstacles, my flow got tires spinning

Though the mission not impossible, might lose ya spine in it

Lose ya mind, doing time, all without a crime pending

Treat my sign like a temple you can't touch my fine linen

You mighta heard niggas giving in, just know that I'm different

Flow cold like I'm iceberg slim, words I'm pimping

The principles is signed and sealed, what I'm sending

Too real just to leave at yo door, we pick locks

Hit cops with subpoena, they charged by the black nation

And slank got the facts waiting, we came from the back hazing

Gotta tell these crackas what it was and will be

Check ya aim, these the hunger games, came from zone 3

In the trees, on the hunt, what it is, what it will be

Sometimes I can't sleep my nigga, can you feel me

And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down

I used to rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground

Slank and Sunny sound like winners of the rounds

In the zones that we roam no time to slow down, yo

And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down

I still rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground

Yo, real talk, when I ain't behind the mic I feel off

I peeled off, hold up

Real talk, when I ain't behind the mic I feel off

I peeled off, accelerate, I hope I never get lost

Listening to Facemob, thinking bout ways to get my pay up

It's been a long day but I'ma stay up

Running Man, Game of Death, they the spectators

Old elevators, slide the door, smoke an L between the floors

Shawty said she love my performance, all season

Hibernated in the winter, spent the springtime eating

Main reason they ain't reaching to our level, to our caliber

Cause they ain't got soul, we defying all challengers

It's hard to balance on the edge, but I'm practicing

Same booth, different day, I came to drop facts again

Tapping in, they tapping out

Pen Chester Himes, but I'm rapping out chapters now

It's vivid when I wrote it down

In the trees, on the hunt, what it is, what it will be

Sometimes I can't sleep my nigga, can you feel me

And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down

I used to rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground

Slank and Sunny sound like winners of the rounds

In the zones that we roam no time to slow down, yo

And if they take me 'fore I wake at least I wrote it down

I still rock the Playoff 8s between my feet and ground