| Into:
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| Yeah
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| Hunger Pains
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| This is Food
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| I told 'em I wasn’t finished
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| Yo, keep the flavor my haters is gettin' nauseous
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| They can’t even grasp the goals that I’ve accomplished
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| This shit is nonsense, Im layin' prayin' God blessed
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| The Super Sayian name is sprayin' all you dogs left
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| They say I’m sick its like these words are not obtainable
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| My verse is not debatable, these rappers hearts are made of wool
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| I’m payed in full, grab your face and then I break your skull
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| It takes its toll, pull my blade and watch me make it dull
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| I used to play the local bar, now we play in festivals
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| Smokin' strains of medical, my flow will break the pedestal
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| Blow an eighth to mexico, I’m here to take the centerfold
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| Take the hate, I let it go, I’m eatin' steak with seven hoes
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| In a Jacuzzi, smokin' uzi"s like I’m Scar-Face
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| You don’t got no bars mate, no gettin' past the yard gates
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| I’m like a coke-head homie, I been had lines
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| And you so fucking basic you don’t get that rhyme
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| Hook (X2):
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| This is food
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| And you can’t get it cheap
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| You gotta' get it some how when you ain’t have shit to eat
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| My whole life I’ve been livin' like a sinner
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| These hunger pains got me piggin' out at dinner
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| Y’all just started when I’m askin' for dessert
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| You probably couldn’t fit me in a casket or a hearse
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| And I won’t need no flowers or a Paster in the church
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| Cause y’all so fucking terrible I’m laughin' till it hurts
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| The fat boy, I don’t want to know my waist size
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| Take five, one thing you won’t see me do is waste time
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| Embrace rhyme, make these pussys form a straight line
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| The radio loves pop music but hates mine
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| Well you a pee on, I’m shittin' on your speakers
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| You backpacking rappers still listenin' to Yeezuz
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| Rap never died, I’ve been christened in the fetus
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| And I write the type of shit to make you listen and repeat it
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| Ugh, hes a bad motherfucker
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| I don’t crack to other artists cause they camps full of suckers
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| I’m fuckin' up the game, I got a hand full of rubbers
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| And I still drink beer and wear my hat like a trucker |