Hunger - Sylvan LaCue
You ain't never lied
You ain't never you ain't never lied
Just a little n***a representing from the 305
3 O 3 O 5
Used to roll around up in that 1996 Nissan 1996 Nissan
Bought it from an Arab
Got robbed 3 months later on some dumb s**t
19 stunting on these n***as like I run s**t
I was tryna get it
Every single morning took the bus and hit the studio
My n***a I was living on a mission
Thought I was the greatest
Every minute I would say I need a record deal
And n***a stayed wishing
Homie yelling all you do is rap rap rap
Seems like you don't even want to listen
Chill with it you just got to deal with it
Can't stop a n***a when you know we got a vision
16s all I got are 16s
Rap about it homie you can get up on the big screen
Million dollar budgets in abundance
Know you got a chance if you keeping it 100
Oh man oh man oh man so true
Couldn't be any more true
I just got to do what I do
Pray shit'll go according to the plans I choose
Everybody know what's best for the boy
All I get is suggestions
Pardon me but I ain't ask no questions
Got no time for the half a*s lessons
Either bring it to the table or get to stepping
Lyrics on deck I don't need no weapons
Still standing as a king I don't see no peasants
24 freestyle any rapping a*s n***a
Only homage getting paid is to the OG legends
Feeling like I need it
All my life I know I need it need it
It's the hunger hunger
In this motherf**ker
Hunger hunger in this motherf**ker
Feeling like I need it
All my life I know I need it need it
It's the hunger hunger
In this motherf**ker
Hunger hunger in this motherf**ker
What Sue a n***a
Ain't been threatened by an album
Since I heard Food and Liquor
It's VMG till I D I E
Out of everybody ain't a question about who deliver
You DiGiorno a*s n***as
Back when I was dead broke
F**k I'm even talking 'bout homie still dead broke
I ain't have a solid check in nearly over 2 years
Stable living was the resolution for the new years
Mama digging in her savings tryna keep the lights on
Scared to borrow money from her got to pay the iPhone
What the f**k am I on guess I got to write songs
Rapping till the riches fill the pockets of my n***as