Spose - I'm Starving Lyrics
Yo, ain’t shit changed, still bony, no bold flexGoogle and some titties when my girl won’t give me throat sexSwag, stressing, strong out cotex, wishing I could get my money back from them hoe shitAmerican proletariat, ?, no inheritance, heresy think my lyric’s embarrassingI’m a sonar spider, man, ripping chemical vitaminsSpinning general ciphering, gripping emerald HeinekensI sold LP smoked OP’s, you smell me? That’s Wells BeachI’m on my soil chilling on a winter’s nightI ran out of oil that’s the shit I don’t likeI came in the game with a brain, not an amuletI need the cannabis not what is on the mannequin.I procreated so you know I need the moneyMust have saw me looking scrawny and they thought I wasn’t hungry.I’m starving, I’m starvingShall I eat all the food in your apartment?I’m starving, I’m starvingI might even eat the shit up in the garbageI’m starving, I’m starvingI’ll eat the whole turkey, you don’t gotta carve itI’m starving, I’m starvingI’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet.Yo, it’s the ugly white rapper, no, not Paul WallBut the one from the North doesn’t say oh y’allI got a ten sec that’s like eight more ballsAnd Imma blow trees till the acorns fallHigh up, it’s like I’m riding in a beamerWhen I’m in a Niece song I rhyme Peters in the speakersHigh up, same shit people that I came withStill up in main *****, I ain’t that famousAnd this isn’t a commercial, but it would be if I hadn’t been dropped from UniversalThey say you gotta pay to flyYou want files on a plane and them stakes is highSo I’m sitting at McDonalds, I don’t got a dollarImma spit? in the saliva at the bottom.I procreated so you know I need the moneyMust have saw me looking scrawny and they thought I wasn’t hungry.I’m starving, I’m starvingShall I eat all the food in your apartment?I’m starving, I’m starvingI might even eat the shit up in the garbageI’m starving, I’m starvingI’ll eat the whole turkey, you don’t gotta carve itI’m starving, I’m starvingI’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpetStarving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the moneyStarving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the moneyStarving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the moneyStarving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the moneyThis is East of Eden mixed with Reasonable DoubtI made an album for the label but they never put it outPaid my dues now I’m waiting on the couchMade enough of rap for down payments on a houseI up come hither, the blunt and drum hitterThe humble hum bringer, the mumbling gun slingerHigh up, truck beds, middle class buttheadNickelback, little cash, enough said, cripple swagBusy back like a tramp stamp, low Cal, made a hundred grand in a month, but I’m drunk nowBusy luckily, that’s what squeeze is, genius covered in the crumbs from the cheesesI cut the fame minimum, nickname?, whip game miserable, rip cage visible.I procreated so you know I need the moneyMust have saw me looking scrawny and they thought I wasn’t hungry.I’m starving, I’m starvingShall I eat all the food in your apartment?I’m starving, I’m starvingI might even eat the shit up in the garbageI’m starving, I’m starvingI’ll eat the whole turkey, you don’t gotta carve itI’m starving, I’m starving.Skinny women lose weight like.Starving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the moneyStarving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the moneyStarving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the moneyStarving, I’m starvingI procreated so you know I need the money.
