Syracuse Badd

Everybody eating but I'm hungry as f*ck It's a different type of grind when you come from the slums I was told to stay focus on my music and the money will come I pray that they don't track my sprint so I can get me a run Syracuse where i'm from, dont give a f*ck where you from I'll bring terror to ya squad like you running wit pun I'll put a bullet in ya back and make you cough up a lung Ain't another nigga realer living under the sun You better Brush ya teeth before you speak on God Before I lift my arms and bullets get to spinning like a disco ball If my mans involved then I get involved Swift uppercut ya jaw, right overhand b4 you hit the floor Yall was never in them wars Hoping out of bushes at them corner stores You couldn't walk a mile in my diadoras Copping pounds, pitching raw, butta same color as Rita Ora You ain't been through nothing that I cant endure Its b.a double up The type to bag ya bitch and jump in her pussy like its double Dutch Bend her over and hit it from the back like a sucka punch Before I fell my nut and I pull out and tell her to pucker up The Prices we don't discuss I Put a tax on it if a nigga ain't one of us or your order small and he ain't want enough Grind get ya numbers up, or spend somewhere else I don't wanna fuss I'll lay u down for think of running up