Forever Hungry

I'm pacing back and forth Looking hard for my enemies I heard they working for labels Robbing the industry Signing uninformed rappers Faking the energy I'm running up in the building And now they screaming please I had enough of you niggas My buzz is bigger Supplying these raps to every fiend Call me the dealer Bumping J Dilla Burning the scrilla Cause more scrilla means problems are realer My raps are murder spelled backwards Play with the killer, Uh Middle fingers in the air Without a care Don't be scared What's more important is your Dreams and self care Quit that 9-5 job you hate so much Figure out how to get rich Brainstorm, go ahead and roll that blunt Ima turn this club record into a truth record I always rap how I feel, my nigga who better? And if you ain't with me then you're against me Ima hold this grudge till I'm gone F*ck your apology (bitch) If you say my name you gon meet your maker Angels laughing in the sky They gon come and take ya Paramedics yelling clear while you on the stretcher Ain't nobody gonna miss you So we'll just replace ya You was cheating Now she shakes it like a salt shaker And I don't really like to dance but I'm a two stepper My social battery is gone ima grab some dinner Eating wings Garlic parmesan and lemon pepper Forever hungry nigga. Much love? Nah nah I ain't fucking wit ya I ain't checking for you I ain't worried bout ya Get Em banks Get em, get em, get em banks Get em banks, They yelling out get em banks So I got him Got damn hoe, here we go again Ima kick that lyrical My laugh is hysterical On the highest view I see you searching for clues I always speak the truth homie I got nothing to prove Nothing to lose Try to catch me but I'm on the move I remain underground with my style Throw in the towel You'll be done before the bell rings Go ask about me My knowledge for the rap traces back to 93, UH! I'm Shadow boxing myself My mind will learn I can see my rhymes in human form Perfect creation I was mad before But now my songs are playing overseas Oh you want a verse from banks? I need at least 100 G's Oh I'm bugging? God damn right lil nigga I'm sick of everybody A&Rs love wack artist Ima catch y'all in a lobby F*ck a 16 I'm dropping 44s To make sure y'all careers don't grow And that's on 2pac Shakur If you say my name you gon meet your maker Angels laughing in the sky They gon come and take ya Paramedics yelling clear while you on the stretcher Ain't nobody gonna miss you So we'll just replace ya You was cheating Now she shakes it like a salt shaker And I don't really like to dance but I'm a two stepper My social battery is gone ima grab some dinner Eating wings Garlic Parmesan and lemon pepper Forever hungry nigga Much love? Nah nah I ain't fucking wit ya I ain't checking for you I ain't worried bout ya Get Em banks Get em, get em, get em banks Get em banks, They yelling out get em banks So I got him