Hunger Games by Macs The Realest
I'm Hungry
Tracklist
| 1. | Hunger Games | 3:26 |
Lyrics
This man mission, keep it movin like a transmission, man listen i aint got no type nigga im handwritten
Hit the booth and its hella scary, rap until im fuckin bills up like supermodels and secretaries
I dont get it bro, these niggas greener than picollo i get high as a picollo macs the realest bro
I keep it chill as autumn, u aint seen a kid wit this much will and magic since mrs. frizzled taught em
Without the check u cant get a sentence, better believe that ima pop like the kid in question a spittin image
I eat the oven u cant get the remnants, im eatin everything i can wit no interventions, im in the trenches
Tell these niggas bouta hunger, the weed louder than thunder, the shit beatin like drummers
I pass the shit and drink
Get on the boat then u on it, u want up out, u better know how to swim, and believe i do, i crash that shit and sink
Im always throwed like the kitchen sink, my flo a put on a different page like u clicked a link
What u niggas think
Im never sleep u wont get a blink, like im in the clink, i get the pink, my mucus black i be spittin ink
U niggas stink, u smelly, i keep on smellin fraud
U next to me then u smellin god, this is heavens law
I hit u twice then u betta fall, bitch im hella raw
Take it hella far, hit u wit shit that u never saw
I only quit to quit quittin, so know i never quit spittin
I got a hella big vision my killa
I dont need music to write i keep the beat in my head, beat in my soul, keep the beat on my chest like gorillas
U dont feel us, fuck u we empty brudda
Sippin like mississippi brudda
Scene 3 is forever shoutout to richie brudda
Either against me or wit me
I dont spit nothin but whitney
U niggas must be on whitney
To not to be wit me brudda
I aint got no target audience, fuck ya limits fella
Im livin betta My steps wicked like cindarella
My grass greener like stanley, the other rappers cant stand me
Ill take a piss on a grammy i only fuck wit me family
I do some hell of a spittin
Im always hittin, they homeruns like dont left my cell in the kitchen
Yall aint got a clue, yall niggas basic like ya girl got the flu
Me i just do what i do,
U wanna pay for verse call ya boy, if not im chillin
My flo nasty as almond joys, u see the vision
My niggas solid they see the hunger
I’m enlightening, You cant see the thunder, stevie wonder
The Time Ticken, I’m Calm Listen, I rhyme Different
Put It On Camera, I Do This Shit for Divine Mission (do it for the vine)
Get off My Dick, Or Stay On It, Get On Yo Knees and Pray On It
Stay Home If You DOnt Pay Hommage, I’m In Another Class
You Rappers Suckin Ass, You a Grouch, Ya Girl A Grouch
You Fuckin Trash Equal to a Fuckin Rash
Cool as summer rain, i dont even want the fame, hungry come again,
Im hungry nigga this hunger games
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Credits
Macs The Realest
