Tales of a Starving Artist Lyrics

Intro:

A Starving artist don’t care about fame

A Starving artist don’t care about name

Just throw him a good chicken

And you can keep all the credit

Verse:

I can give my whole catalog for a couple bucks

You might call me crazy but I don’t give a fuck

What shall it profit a rapper if he got the illest rhymes with no money in his pocket

No means to promote it

Hear the voice of a Starving artist, reaching out to every artist

Who got plenty money with no talent just hola at me

I got music for sale just tell me what you need

And I don’t even need the credit, just some money for trees

Call me cheap yea I know I don’t care bro

You see this fire round my head, nor be halo

My head dey really burn

Give me a million and amma drop this mic for good and get a better job

But I’m just fresh out of school with no work experience

They wanna hire somebody that got some work experience

At least five years, wait five years

I spent twenty something years tryna get here

Studying for a degree that now seems useless

That’s twenty something years of slavery, no bull shitting

I could’ve spent that time serving in alaba

By now I for get boys under me calling me master

But now I dey Alaba with my cd for hand

Praying to God I find a marketer that be feeling my jam

But, nobody feels it, the lyrics too explicit

And my bills keep pilling up, I’m about to lose it aswear

Already lost my girl, I nor go lie she try

For a very long time she was by my side

But the going kept getting tougher

Nobody like suffer so she left me for a richer brother

I’m lonely with no money got no Shawtys got no hommies

No I got a couple hommies I don’t need a lot of hommies

There’s nothing in my tummy, but I be spitting still

Every single bar is hard nigga I’m spitting still

Breaking out of boxes

Punches harder than rockys

My music only for junkies, this shit is doper than kpoli

This is pure cocaine, that blue magic shit

Turn the volume up and get high, you ain’t gotta sniff

For real I’m killing the mic with everything that I write

But I be Starving out here I swear to God nor be lie

So niggar, feed me rappers or feed me beats

I’m addicted to this, you’d never see me quit

Never