Dirty Hunger

[Verse 1]
Came from the mud, from the gutter, from the itch
Turned every side-eye, every slur to a switch
Flip that hate to a check, yeah we laughing at the list
They been praying on my death, I’ve been praying for they bliss
Gold on my neck, still remember powdered milk
Mama work late, ramen steam, carpet tilt
Now I run plays, every day another tilt
Turned all that poison to silk, that’s real guilt
[Chorus]
Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend (nah)
Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end (in the end)
They point fingers, but we still get paid
Talk that talk, but we still get laid (too real)
Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend
Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end
They throw stones, but we walk unafraid
Talk that talk, but we still get laid (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Big body ride, two seats, one queen
She from the block, soft lips, hard dreams
Thighs like thunder, laugh like a siren scream
She the only one I trust when I scheme
Room go quiet when she walk, that’s fact
She don’t want clout, she just want my back
Split that plate, split that bed, split that stack
If we ever hit the wall, she gon’ help me crack
[Chorus]
Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend (never)
Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end
They point fingers, but we still get paid
Talk that talk, but we still get laid (still get laid)
Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend
Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end
They throw stones, but we walk unafraid
Talk that talk, but we still get laid (hey!)

rap, Aggressive trap beat with distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats, male vocals spitting tight double-time flows. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and a filtered vocal loop; verses ride a low, menacing synth bass. Occasional risers and reverse cymbals to heighten punchlines, abrupt drop-outs under key bars for maximum impact.