Chorus ×2
It’s time to eat, days of hunger grew long with no sleep,
Just a pen and a pad with a dream and a beat — it’s time to eat.
grew long, with no sleep,
Just a pen and a pad with a dream and a beat — it’s time to eat.
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Verse 1
Dreamin’ to be not a fuckin’ thing that’s different from me,
What makes you so different from me?
We can start with the spark, the second your girl embarks,
Lock eyes with mine, instantly she lost in her thoughts.
Thinkin’ of puttin’ her thighs on me,
Finding the need to be on top of me,
Must be the cologne on me—
All natural thug ecstasy
Driven to come test and see
How a real man gets down to please.
Pull down your jeans, let my tongue go to work,
I know some things to put her mind at ease.
Knees around my face, tongue movin’ steady pace,
Guidin’ her straight to the place—this gift I give,
Pleasure beyond given measure, with no pressure,
Ain’t no long-term thing, just a one-night fling.
No strings attached, so baby arch that back,
As I put the dick deep and dig deep,
Finger on the clit, strummin’ the beat,
As she’s coming’ a stream, covered in cream.
No hesitation—she call me the king,
Every stroke, every note, got her singin’ to me.
Chorus x2
Verse 2
Let me show you how to get your diamonds to glisten,
So pay attention to the shit — this shit that I mention.
It’s never about the fame, but it helps through time,
’Cause with success comes the press, nonetheless comes the stress.
The media begins to press on things you’ve done,
Like it true thatwhere you been, and where you from.
And is you’ve been through everything you’ve written?
Bitch, shut the fuck up, and listen to what I’m spittin’.
I’ve done wrong my whole life — usin’, abusin’ drugs,
Stealin’ cars, and runnin’ with thugs.
But how can this be? You were raised within a suburban home, unkown left all alone, inside and out, outside lookin in im prevlidged by right, an all white middle class, yeah, so why bother, they just dont ask— for if no one saw then it couldnt be, and well then this just wasnt happening, meanwhile, what was happening was
The midnight fights, the drunken nights,
The battle between me and the fuckin’ world on sight.
The only thing that matters to me is my little girl,
So now I’m after to master every word that I hurl.
I twist it and shift it, spit it so quick you get it,
I’m gifted, uplifted by the fact that I lived it.
If I sell a track, intended to fast track, its way to a platinum plaque,
Then, well thats Fact, I believe getting my baby girl back — and that’s what drives me, man.
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Chorus ×2
Verse 3
I got this stress from livin’ where I live,
Givin’ every minute I got to the thought of the day, I’ll find a way to take away your life — Razor blade, gun, or knife, it cuts deep when I write. Feel free to fight,
Pull the trigger, to watch a figure of a fagget, fall, I’ve had it all, Play through my mind, time after time,
Like the time, you thought it was fine, to Fuck with somethin’ that was mine
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