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letra de tales of a starving artist - tentik

intro:

a starving artist don’t care about fame
a starving artist don’t care about name
just throw him a good chicken
and you can keep all the credit

verse:

i can give my whole catalog for a couple bucks
you might call me crazy but i don’t give a f-ck
what shall it profit a rapper if he got the illest rhymes with no money in his pocket
no means to promote it
hear the voice of a starving artist, reaching out to every artist
who got plenty money with no talent just hola at me
i got music for sale just tell me what you need
and i don’t even need the credit, just some money for trees
call me cheap yea i know i don’t care bro
you see this fire round my head, nor be halo
my head dey really burn
give me a million and amma drop this mic for good and get a better job
but i’m just fresh out of school with no work experience
they wanna hire somebody that got some work experience
at least five years, wait five years
i spent twenty something years tryna get here
studying for a degree that now seems useless
that’s twenty something years of slavery, no bull sh-tting
i could’ve spent that time serving in alaba
by now i for get boys under me calling me master
but now i dey alaba with my cd for hand
praying to god i find a marketer that be feeling my jam
but, n0body feels it, the lyrics too explicit
and my bills keep pilling up, i’m about to lose it aswear
already lost my girl, i nor go lie she try
for a very long time she was by my side
but the going kept getting tougher
n0body like suffer so she left me for a richer brother
i’m lonely with no money got no shawtys got no hommies
no i got a couple hommies i don’t need a lot of hommies
there’s nothing in my tummy, but i be spitting still
every single bar is hard n-gga i’m spitting still
breaking out of boxes
punches harder than rockys
my music only for junkies, this sh-t is doper than kpoli
this is pure cocaine, that blue magic sh-t
turn the volume up and get high, you ain’t gotta sniff
for real i’m k!lling the mic with everything that i write
but i be starving out here i swear to god nor be lie
so n-ggar, feed me rappers or feed me beats
i’m addicted to this, you’d never see me quit
never

- tentik

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