I’m still hungry, got that fire like a furnace, out for Mo double 44, my aim’s always on the earnest. Sparked them like

I’m still hungry, got that fire like a furnace, out for Mo double 44, my aim’s always on the earnest. Sparked them like a match, left ‘em shattered, homie’s Legos,holey sharp felithoh left em pokey Building up my empire, stacking chips like a peso. Bloodshot eyes, yeah, I’m looking low and weary, Pure West side, where the streets get kinda eerie. Came from the cold, now I’m running with the bold, Trading bars like stocks, watch the story unfold. In this game, I’m a beast, never fold under pressure, Chasing dreams, every scheme, I’m a lyrical professor. Still on the grind, while they’re sleeping on the low, I’m the one that they fear, like a shadow in the glow. Hustle hard, every scar tells a tale of survival, From the block to the top, I’m the one who’s tribal. Navigating through the fog, yeah, I’m dodging all the lows, Still hungry for the crown, while the whole world knows. chorus i aint got no time for no hater stackin my paper real life behavior my mind is Buck wild my flows are versatile just another problem child trying to walk in the file to this hard trial there's hustle and bustle lifestyle I'm making s yupure ill make to anotha mile with a smile I lay down the fact that he's fucking copycats he's in denial rats there now press smoke them up like a sack with a Mac that I packed on the side of my lap and you don't want that to shut the fucking trap you get your ass clapped carfull what you rap