Jay IDK - Hungry lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I come from a city where niggas show you no pity

If you're wearing pennies they gon' aim a semi

Screamin' 'gimmie ye yo body' like inside a Benz bowl

Fill-y chilly, pop yo patna collar while makin' a Honda

Proper willie, hold up! I've neva been in this situation befo'

But if it wadn't rap, I'd probly be sellin' crack with the 4-4

Tucked this up my pocket with hunnids lookin' fo' more dough

We're still in jewy from upper class houses and mocco

I came from middle class, but that ain't it

All it means is momma could feed me but still wasn't rich

Probably because the lows that she took

Put her inside a position which basically was a prison

With a pot to piss in, but that ain't shit

So I'm pimpin' and sniffin' while tellin' you back to quit

You don't listen, I'm flippin', and flickin', now there goes the clip

And I'm aiming it at the industry of you don't flock with me

Betta fuckin' duck whenemies if you ain't friends with me

And I ain't got much, used to be a grimmey nigga

Now I turning into muck

Shit gon' happen when it happen, bitch, I don't believe in luck

Hope it happen soon, because I'm packin', foo', I need my lunch

Tried to fly like the musk from the dung from the elephants

Bum who's tum needed some thumbs for the ones

That's a hell of a bar!

Tryna rap against me?! That's a hell of a nah!

I been studyin' Big L to Papi and Nas

Only becuz I'm tryna get betta than all of you guys

So understand me when I tell you that

After I pay all my homage then tryna shit and vomit

Find all the dragon bars, the wit for a comet

To come and hommit they' ass

I sit back eatin' my popcorn while I last

To write rhymes when I shoulda been writtin' in class

FUCK THAT! I'm tryna be the Georgia ? of rap

Yeah, I'm tryna put the passion in rappin' and thug slack

And I'm hopin' that the substance will smash it and bunk that

Nigga, even if the masses don't bump it, I come back

Like a crack addict, only thing is I'm sellin' you crack from the damn attic

Which means that I'm comin' from the top like a sinner block

On a roof on the tallest of buildings like before a drop

I neva run outta rap, becuz it's from my heart

I'm like a pimp pan that's always betta, I free my thoughts

(Hook x2)

Peace up! Goddamn hungry, I need a double cheese

Put to ease, I ain't humble

Ya think this shit a game?! Muthafucka, I'm hungry

Don't make me have to aim mine

(POW POW)

(Verse 2)

If I was homeless with a can instead of of shakin' it

I'd find a stick, turn the can over, hit it and make a hit

Befo' I ask fo' shit, you robbers make me sick

Don't know how to make a dolla flip, so you're ridin' dick

Askin' labels for a loud-wich, you don't own shit

Not even yo master's, cuz yo master's takin' all of it

Might as well get yo masses in the green inside the health field

'least you'll get some money and yo album won't be shell still...