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Spose
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I'm Starving (Prod. by Spose)
Ain't shit changed still bony no bowflex
Googling some titties while my girl won't give me throat sex (swag)
Stressing, strung out, kotex
Wishing I can get my money back from my old checks
American proletariat derelict no inheritance heiresses think my lair is embarrassing
I'm the stoner Spider Man ripping chemical vitamins
Spit it general cyphering and gripping emerald heinekens
I sold LP's smoked lb's
You smell me? that's Wells, beach
I'm on my soil chilling on a winter's night
I ran out of oil, that's that shit I don't like
Came in the game with a brain not an amulet
I need the cannabis not what is on the mannequin
I procreated so you know I need the money
Must've saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn't hungry
Chorus:
I'm starving, I'm starving
Shit I'll eat all the food in your apartment
I'm starving, I'm starving
I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
I'm starving, I'm starving
I'll eat the whole turkey you ain't gotta carve it
I'm starving, I'm starving
I'll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
Yo it's that ugly white rapper, no not Paul Wall
But the one from the north who doesn't say 'all y'all'
I got a ten sack that's like eight more balls
And I'm gonna blow trees until the acorns fall, ayup
It's like I'm riding in a beamer
When I'm in a Nissan with Ryan Peters on the speakers, ayup
Same shit, people that I came with
Still up in Maine bitch I ain't that famous
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And this isn't commercial
But it would be if I hadn't been dropped from Universal
They say you gotta pay to fly
You want filets on a plane well them stakes is high
So I'm sitting at McDonalds I don't got a dollar
I might spit in it then sip the saliva out the bottle
I procreated so you know I need the money
Must've saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn't hungry
Chorus
(Bring it)
This is East of Eden mixed with reasonable doubt
Made an album for the label but they never put it out
Paid my dues now I'm waiting on a couch
Made enough off rap for down payments on a house ayup
Come hither the blunt and drum hitter
The humble humdinger the mumbling gun slinger
Truck beds, middle class, bud hev
Nickelback, little cash, enough said, cripple swag (spizzy)
Back like a tramp stamp locale made one-hundred grand in a month but I'm broke now
Luckily, that's what my steez is; genius,
Covered up in crumbs from the cheez-its
I got the fame, minimal
Nickname, pivotal
Whip game, miserable
Rib cage, visible
I procreated so you know i need the money
Must've saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn't hungry
Chorus
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