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letra de stay hungry - chief par

[verse 1]
rolling like a boulder
you’re basic like ammonia
i stick to my lines
ain’t no other way around it
i raised it
i built this
took rap as a challenge
i trained
night and day
like a soldier with crosses
20 something
no direction
not a lot of options
but i got a solid plan
with my pen and pad
i heed to deceased
like i’m a psychic fam
like i’m that lil kid cole from the sixth sense man
i’m just tired of p-ssy rappers
that be biting like chihuahuas
and who’s shows can be done from your mobile phones
keep your groupies and your homies
just fly back home
you’re giving rap
a bad rep
you better check yourself

[chorus] x2
wanna ride through the city in my 4 by 4
wanna boast of my come up when i hit that floor
wanna do mama proud
wanna buy her the world
imma stay hungry
imma stay hungry

[verse 2]
live for the art
not for the heat
built with a heart
that pounds to the beat
domino case
art of the trace
get out of my mind
get out of my face
dont get all up in my business
give me said time
flipping minus signs
the king and the ace of this club
im stompin on rappers with fictional hearts
like a bad omen
i’ll be bringing plenty shock
your silly w-lly locks
ain’t gone keep me out of your house
world domination has to start from something
we out here staying sharp and true to our blessings
like a new cacrc-ss
this is as raw as it gets
steady flexin on them suckers who be sleepin in bed
collecting checks
take it back
and spend it all on their bills
i told you
we out here and we shoot to k!ll

[chorus] x2
wanna ride through the city in my 4 by 4
wanna boast of my come up when i hit that floor
wanna do mama proud
wanna buy her the world
imma stay hungry
imma stay hungry

[verse 3]
i lock and i load
a tommy in clothes
spread out your wings
cuz i’m hunting for crows
django unchained
grip with your fate
underdog season come f-ck with the change
lv on skin
i dont envy your bling
my gold is my product
see you in the ring
knocking out b-lls out the park
like a veteran
i know good p-ssy on vision
you seasoned
light years ahead of you
extra terrestrial
im outta this world
your sh-t sound like soccer mom tunes
the rocket to my fuel
the line to my q
the doubt feeds me like my grandma cooking home food
beat done got beat down
shot up a little more
you see dem body bags?
those were my past tracks
wait up i got to ask
where are your laugh tracks
you can’t be serious with those whack raps you sap

- chief par

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